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These Exiled Years Lyrics
It’s four in the mornin’
Battered and numb
A loaded room, an empty gun
I whistle a tune, I heard years before
The clock started tickin’
Where did the time go
I danced to the mornin’
She called out my name
The wind was a howlin’
And down came the rain
Her arms they caressed me
Sweet was her brow
She opened my eyes
To banish the doubt
Wash me down in all of your joy
But don’t drag me through this again
I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s in with the whiskey and out with the gin
I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s another day older
In These Exiled Years
The dew on the ground
Blankets the face
Cold was the night
Gone her embrace
For your land of the free
Now prisons me
To rot in this jail
Of lost liberty
Wash me down in all of your joy
But don’t drag me through this again
I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s in with the whiskey and out with the gin
I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s another day older
In These Exiled Years
Walk away, watch me as I wave
One foot here, but sure the other’s in the grave
Walk away, walk away
I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s in with the whiskey and out with the gin
I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s another day older
In These Exiled Years
Battered and numb
A loaded room, an empty gun
I whistle a tune, I heard years before
The clock started tickin’
Where did the time go
I danced to the mornin’
She called out my name
The wind was a howlin’
And down came the rain
Her arms they caressed me
Sweet was her brow
She opened my eyes
To banish the doubt
Wash me down in all of your joy
But don’t drag me through this again
It’s in with the whiskey and out with the gin
I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s another day older
In These Exiled Years
Blankets the face
Cold was the night
Gone her embrace
For your land of the free
Now prisons me
To rot in this jail
Of lost liberty
But don’t drag me through this again
It’s in with the whiskey and out with the gin
I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s another day older
In These Exiled Years
One foot here, but sure the other’s in the grave
Walk away, walk away
It’s in with the whiskey and out with the gin
I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s another day older
In These Exiled Years
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this song is really powerful.
This song most likely describes a recurring theme in their music, the life as a poor immigrant. The character in the song is experiencing "these exiled years" because he is poor and of low status, being an immigrant still learning the ways of the country and trying to make something of himself in a not-so-welcoming world.
If you watched their documentary ("Whiskey on a Sunday"), Dave King, the lead singer/songwriter, talks about a period of time when he was essentially "exiled" (his words, not mine) in America. He didn't have a green card or anything, so he couldn't visit or go back home to Ireland, nor could he visit his mother for 8 years. When he finally could go back, his own mom didn't even recognize him.
Anyways this song is about his homesickness and lonliness while he was basically exiled here in America.
i love this song so much!! it is such a powerful song and it has so much meaning. I absolutely love the trumpet at the end of the song. AMAZING!
Just like jimboa18 said, that's what it's about.
And to make it even more clear;
"For your land of the free, Now prisons me, To rot in this jail, Of lost liberty" -> land of the free is America, but it wasn't no land of the free at all for Dave. It was lost liberty, it wasn't that beautiful as it was said to be. They pretty much prisonned him, cause he didn't get a greencard for a long long time.
agree with jimboa and guiness!
very powerful and moving song, the first song i ever heard by flogging molly, and still my favourite
I know this song has nothing to do with Joseph Smith, but, as a Mormon, it always makes me think about him. In particular, the part where he says, "For your land of the free Now prisons me To rot in this jail Of lost liberty," reminds me of when Joseph Smith was wrongly imprisoned at Liberty Jail. I know. Just a total coincidence in the lyrics, but thats what I always think of. I LOVE FLOGGING MOLLY!