Thurles Information

We all start on the outside,
The outside looking in,
This is where grace begins.
We were hungry we were thirsty,
With nothing left to give,
Oh the shape that we were in.
Just when all hope seemed lost,
Love opened the door for us.
He said come to the table,
Come join the sinners who have been redeemed,
Take your place beside the Saviour,
Sit down and be set free,
Come to the table.
Come meet this mighty crew of misfits,
Liars and these thieves,
No one unwelcome here.
That sin and shame that you brought with you,
You can leave it at the door,
And let mercy draw you near,
Come to the table.
Come join the sinners who have been redeemed.
Take your place beside the Saviour,
Sit down and be set free,
Come to the table.
Come to the table.
To the thief and to the doubter,
To the hero and the coward,
To the prisoner and the soldier,
To the young and to the older.
All who hunger all who thirst,
All the last and all the first,
All the paupers and the princes,
All who fail, you’ve been forgiven,
All who dream and all who suffer,
All who loved and lost another,
All the chained and all the free,
All who follow all who lead,
Anyone who’s been let down,
All the lost you have been found,
All who have been labelled right or wrong,
To everyone who hears this song,
Come to the table.
Come join the sinners you have been redeemed,
Take your place beside the Saviour,
Sit down and be set free,
Oh, sit down and be set free,
Come to the table.
Come to the table.
Just sit down there and rest awhile.
Just sit down and rest awhile.
Come to the table.

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It’s the workin’ man I am,
And I’ve been down underground,
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun,
Or for any length of time,
I can hold it in my mind,
I never again will go down underground.
At the age of sixteen years,
Oh, he quarrels with his peers,
Who vowed they’d never see another one,
In the dark recess of the mines,
Where you age before your time,
And the coal dust lies heavy on your lungs.
It’s the workin’ man I am,
And I’ve been down underground,
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun,
Or for any length of time,
I can hold it in my mind,
I never again will go down underground.
At the age of sixty-four,
Oh, he’ll greet you at the door,
And he’ll gently lead you by the arm,
Through the dark recess of the mines,
Oh, he’ll take you back in time,
And he’ll tell you all the hardships that were had.
It’s the workin’ man I am,
And I’ve been down underground,
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun,
Or for any length of time,
I can hold it in my mind,
I never again will go down underground.
It’s the workin’ man I am,
And I’ve been down underground,
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun, (see the sun),
Or for any length of time, (any length of time),
I can hold it in my mind, (in my mind),
I never again will go down underground.

END.

The corn was dry, the weeds were high when Daddy took to drinkin’.
Then him and Lucy Walker they took up and run away.
Mama cried a tear and then, she promised fourteen children,
I swear you’ll never see a hungry day.
When Mama sacrificed her pride, the neighbours started talking,
But I was much too young to understand a thing they said.
The things that mattered most of all was Mama’s chicken dumplings,
And a goodnight kiss before we went to bed.
Oh, the path was deep and wide, from footsteps leading to our cabin,
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp,
And late at night, a hand would knock and there would stand a stranger,
Yes, I’m the son of Hickory Holler’s tramp.
When Daddy left and destitution came upon our family,
Not one neighbour volunteered to give a helping hand.
So let ’em gossip all they want, she loved us and she raised us,
The proof is standing here, a full grown man.
Last summer Mama passed away and left the ones who loved her.
Each and every one was more than grateful for their birth.
Each Sunday she receives a fresh bouquet of fourteen roses,
And a card that says, “The greatest Mom on earth”.
Oh, the path was deep and wide, from footsteps leading to our cabin,
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp,
And late at night, a hand would knock and there would stand a stranger,
Yes, I’m the son of Hickory Holler’s tramp.
Oh, the path was deep and wide, from footsteps leading to our cabin,
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp,
And late at night, a hand would knock and there would stand a stranger,
Yes, I’m the son of Hickory Holler’s tramp.
Oh, the path was deep and wide, from footsteps leading to our cabin,
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp,
And late at night, a hand would knock and there would stand a stranger,
Yes, I’m the son of Hickory Holler’s tramp.
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