Words and music by Brendan Mckinney
 © 2015, 2021
Verse 1 

I awoke in hell, in a gutter swell mixed with blood and water 
and the last thing I remembered was drinking with James Dunn, 
I had had some booze and I spoke to lose and freely of his daughter, 
so when my back was turned, he hit me with his gun, 
now Jimmy Dunn never being one to pass on an opportunity 
relieved me of my boots and he left my wallet bare, 
But he must’ve known when he left me alone that I was surely soon to be, 
the one man in this town that he would have to fear, 

Chorus: 
So let your enemies be your enemies let your friends be friends 
Sometimes I think I know my enemies better than my friends 
And if your friend should be your enemy, would you be your enemy’s friend? 
Is it politics of dirty tricks that get us in the end? 

Verse 2:
Feeling thus maligned, I saw a sign, that simply said “help wanted,” 
so I ambled to the farmhouse to say I was for hire, 
A man named Finnegan took me in and then shook his head and grunted… 
fed me soup and bread while I warmed up by his fire, 
It was then I saw, hanging on the wall, a banner-colored orange, 
draped around a portrait of a soldier and his gun, 
I don’t understand how a country man can make me feel so foreign, 
but then again, I don’t understand what motivates James Dunn,
 
Chorus 
 
Verse 3
Now the strangest turn of the whole concern is that I married James Dunn‘s daughter, 
as for the man himself I never saw his like again,
But the rumors are that he’s living far across the ocean water, 
me I’m living in this town with enemies and friends,
 
Chorus; repeat; out.