Two, three, four.
Where most us kids were born
Into the rocks in the Stella
Where film stars start
That's where me and high-belonging Roy Rogers
Got drunk and charred
And we might have been
The savior of the men
A captured captain in him
The devil's demon den
And we might have been
The magic politicians
In some kind of tricky positions
But like an old, old, old
Master musician
We kept on wishin'
We was headed for the number one hit country again
And it's true
True blue
Irish blue
And it's true
And it's true

True blue
And sometimes it reminds me of you
There's an old photograph of Dan
That I wish you could have seen
Of him and the boys
Poised
Standing in St. Stephen's Green
You see, they were a part
Of the great freedom dream
But they were caught and detained
And are locked inside the frame
Of the photograph
You see, they were a part of the great freedom dream
And they might have been
The clever *
The good Samaritan
The razzed glad man
And they might have been
The loaded gun
The charlatan
Of the tap-dancing fan
And they might have been
The first to be shot
But like an old pioneer
From outer Afghanistan
Headed for the number one hit country again
And it's true
True blue
Irish blue
Irish blue





And it's true, true, true, true, true blue And sometimes it reminds me of you
And sometimes it reminds me of you
And it might have been the laughing Cavalero
The wise old Camanchero
The desperate Desperado
The good-looking red-out Valentino
The gigolo from Glasgow
But like an old, old hunter of the female buffalo
Who's headed for the number one hit country again
And it's true, true, true, true, true blue
Irish Blue
And it's true, true, true, true, true blue
And sometimes it reminds me of you
And it's true, true, true, true, true blue
And it's true, true, true, true, true blue
Irish blue, true blue, Irish blue
And it's true, it's so true
True, it's true
I swear I said, I swear I said, I swear I said, I swear it's true
And it's true
True blue
Oh, Irish blue