Take Away

The Kelly Family

At 18 years old 
And I rent the farm 
This men came in with arms 
They burnt the house 
They took our lands  
Brooke our living plants  
My father said 
If you want to live 
Fight them white to men  
So I punch their nose 
And kick their ass 
But then my hands were confet 
Take away take away 
Take away take away  my son (3x) 
Give a litle heart break gave a little soul (2x) 
6 hungry years 
Behind the bars 
Were  not enough for me 
To change my mind  
To find that all my brothers 

Finded tree 
At 24 I get on my horse  and fought my enemy 
But at the fields they lay and shaking in the back
At least I did got free.

Take away...

Give a little...

Lalala lalala lalalalalalalala

Take away...

Now my bodie is dead and my spirit lives up 
Here with other Saints
St. Patrick and I having fun 
And drinking tons of beer.

Below there the irish farmers 
Are fighting for their land

I wish I were there with my gun in my hand
Fighting for and to be free.

Take away...
oh please don't 
Take away...