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Son Of A Son

(Montgomery Delaney)
July 1, 2005
MONTGOMERY DELANEY
While I am not one who buys into the hyphenated American thing (I am a United States Marine and an American..period.) I have, at times in my life, realized a profound connection that exists between me and all things Irish and I am extremely proud of that part of me. Visiting Ireland with my daughter a few years ago was a sort of Epiphany for me and this song came from my memories of that trip. I couldn't think of a better song with which to welcome you to my website or to my music...
Mile Failte...A Thousand Welcomes.....

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SON OF A SON c2004 Montgomery Delaney...love becomes music..music becomes love

Oh my grandpa was born in Dublin/ On St. Patrick’s Day
You can get more Irish than that/But it’s hard to find a way
Oh he came here to America/With his hands he built a home
And in the tears between the great wars
My father his son was born

And I’m the son of a son of a son of a son of Ireland
I’ve got John Patrick Delaney’s blood living in my veins
Oh I’m the son of a son of a son of a son of Ireland
And I’ve got music coming out of me like a sweet sweet Dublin morning rain

Oh my grandma her name was Margaret/Margaret Flanagan
You know they tell me that she was born/In Carrick-on-Roscommon
Oh you may just know some of her people/They say they still live in great numbers there
Oh and all the old ladies among them
Have my grandma’s soft white Irish hair

And I’m the son of a daughter of a daughter of a daughter of Ireland
I’ve got Margaret Flanagan’s passion living in my veins
Oh I’m the son of a daughter of a daughter of a daughter of Ireland
And I’ve got music coming out of me like a sweet sweet Roscommon rain

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Sweet Ireland
Home of my fathers and there’s before them
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh sweet Ireland
When will I see you
And know you again

Well I used to like my whiskey/But the doctor he said to me
He said you’ve got a pre-disposition/I think it’s something in your genes
Well I’m not much one for prediction/And I don’t like those stereotypes
But when it comes to me and the whiskey
You know I think that that doctor was right

And I’m the son of a son of a rye drinking son of Ireland
I’ve got old Jack Delaney’s blood just ripping through in my veins
Oh I’m the son of a son of a bar fightin' son of Ireland
And I’ve got music coming out of me like a sweet sweet Dublin
Music coming out of me like a sweet Roscommon
Music coming out of me like a Bronx Irish Catholic rain
Can you feel the rain
May the road rise to meet you...........