Last Stool Standing

[Verse 1]
Boots on the cobblestones
Payday in my hand
Said I’d be home by midnight
That was never the plan
First pint in the Corner House
Second in McKee’s
By the time we hit O’Hara’s
I was singing off-key (hey!)
[Chorus]
I’m the last stool standing
Coat on the floor
Still chanting
One more round
My heart keeps banging
Like a door in the winter wind
If the sun finds me on this landing
Tell it I won’t give in
I’m the last stool standing
Pour it and start again
[Verse 2]
Lost my mates in Brannigan’s
Found new friends at Doyle’s
Spilled a joke on a stranger’s lap
She just laughed at the noise
Telephone full of warnings
Lighting up my jeans
But the band hit that old refrain
And I chose the harmony (oh!)
[Chorus]
I’m the last stool standing
Coat on the floor
Still chanting
One more round
My heart keeps banging
Like a door in the winter wind
If the sun finds me on this landing
Tell it I won’t give in
I’m the last stool standing
Pour it and start again
[Bridge]
Barbacks stacking up the chairs
Keys are jangling by the door
Barman says
“You right there
Lad?”
I just smile and ask for more
If trouble’s waiting at my gate
It can wait till half past ten
Tonight I’ll toast my crooked ways
Then I’ll do them all again (hey!)
[Chorus]
I’m the last stool standing
Coat on the floor
Still chanting
One more round
My heart keeps banging
Like a door in the winter wind
If the sun finds me on this landing
Tell it I won’t give in
I’m the last stool standing
Pour it and start again

folk, Rowdy Irish folk romp with male vocals, brisk bodhrán and jig-time guitar; fiddle trades licks with tin whistle. Verses keep it tight and storytelling; chorus leaps up with big pub harmonies and stomping floor. Energy starts cheeky and climbs to a roaring, last-call shout-along hook., irish folk