Keltic Cowboys

Keltic Cowboys

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Fist-pounding, beer-drinking, rowdy Celtic Rock-n-Roll. Kiss My Irish Ass from "Songs of Longing and Debauchery" has become an global hit, and the latest CD "Pay For Our Sins Tomorrow" was voted one of the top 20 albums of 2008 by Paddy Rock radio. Top 100 in Celtic music mp3 sales on amazon.com!

Biography

The Keltic Cowboys, Arizona's premier Irish Rock Band, has been entertaining the beer drinking, live music loving masses for over a decade. The Keltic Cowboys have enjoyed a successful career regularly playing the best of the Phoenix area live music venues and festivals. The Keltic Cowboys have also opened for international acts such as Flogging Molly, Young Dubliners and The Specials. The group is fronted by founding member Frank Mackey, who not only pens the songs, but plays multiple instruments including the Highland Pipes, Banjo, Mandolin and Accordion. The five piece band also includes Pat Flanagan on lead guitar, Paddy Broderick on bass, Matt Myers on drums, and Laura Russ on fiddle. The Keltic Cowboys previous CD "Songs of Longing and Debauchery" has produced somewhat of an Internet phenomenon with the song "Kiss My Irish Ass".

The band's latest CD (Pay For Our Sins Tomorrow) is starting to make waves across the globe for it's unique upbeat sound.

Influences include:
The Pogues
Young Dubliners
Bob Dylan
Johnny Cash
Dropkick Murphys
The Waterboys

Lyrics

Kiss My Irish Ass

Written By: Frank Mackey

Oh the church bells are ringin' in the schoolyard,
And we all went out those days
The bully said "Mick would you fancy a rumble?"
I said "Yes, it's time to play!"

Oh the nuns and the priests they grabbed their Rosaries
As they pulled our bodies apart.
The bully said "Mick you lost the fight, but you gained my respect!
You fight with so much heart!"

We're as stubborn as mules
With our blood on fire
When we ain't at Sunday mass.
We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
Kiss my Irish ass!
You better kiss my Irish ass!

Oh the husbands and wives, they had a neighborhood pack
They called the Mackey's White Trash behind our backs (White Trash!)
I was way too young to understand that
But if I did, I'd have given it right back.

Oh me dad, he be drunk on the lawn,
Yelling and screaming like he do.
Sometimes my old man felt what he was feeling,
Sometimes Mr. Mackey spoke the truth.

We're as stubborn as mules
With our blood on fire
When we ain't at Sunday mass.
We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
Kiss my Irish ass!
You better kiss my Irish ass!

Oh me grandpa passed through Ellis Island,
From the greatest of the motherlands.
For he worked, provided for his family
He was a dedicated welding man.
And he knew right from wrong like day and night.
He could whip any fool in a bare knuckle fight.
He talked of country like he preached of God,
One hell of an Irishman!

We're as stubborn as mules
With our blood on fire
When we ain't at Sunday mass.
We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
Kiss my Irish ass!
You better kiss my Irish ass!

Oooohh, I'm of a distant relation to John Redmond.
He was one of the greatest Irish Rebels of his day.
One bastrard to another, and on down the line.
This is what my son will say:

We're as stubborn as mules
With our blood on fire
When we ain't at Sunday mass.
We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
Kiss my Irish ass!
We're as stubborn as mules
With our blood on fire
When we ain't at Sunday mass.
We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
Kiss my Irish ass!
You better kiss my Irish ass!

Black Hole of Calcutta

Written By: Frank Mackey

I live in the black hole of Calcutta
With a hundred British soldiers of the eastern company.
And I hope the rain falls in the gutter
To wash away this misery.

I worked for the empire like a devil
From Canada, to Johannesburg, all the way to Singapore.
A ton of dirt has been hoisted with this shovel
But I won't be digging anymore.

Please dear God give me air to breathe
Let the sweat from the bodies feed my thirst.
Cause me and the boys are going down fast
In the black hole of Calcutta.

Please dear God give me air to breathe
Let the sweat from the bodies feed my thirst.
Cause me and the boys are going down fast
In the black hole of Calcutta.

I live in the black hole of Calcutta
With a hundred British soldiers of the eastern company.
And I hope the rain falls in the gutter
To wash away this misery.

Pay For Our Sins Tomorrow

Written By: Frank Mackey

Don't hang your head, my long lost son
There's always a price for the things we've done
The battles are lost and the battles are won
We'll shed our tears in the morning.

The sound of the cannons' roar echos the past
And your memories are dressed in tears of black
And the ringing in your ears, I pray it won't last
We'll make it right in the morning.

So keep your spritis high me boys
Keep your spirits high.
Throw away the pain, all your misery and fear
Join in the revelry, the parade is here.
For this day, there'll be no sorrows.
We'll pay for our sins tomorrow.

You cry in your sleep and your thoughts, they wail
And your soul will be free until you set sail.
The ship's not left, so it's just as well
It won't be long til the morning.

There's a time for the silence, and to look straight ahead
And pay our homage to the suffering and dead
But tonight til tomorrow, we'll be somwhere else instead
We'll make our penitents in the morning.

Throw away the pain, all your misery and fear
Join in the revelry, the parade is here
For this day there'll be no sorrows
We'll pay for our sins tomorrow

We'll pay for our sins tomorrow (HEY!)

No words you hear to ease the pain
But there must be reverence in the things that I say
There will always be some hell to pay
We'll all stay up till the morning.

So keep your spirits high me boys
Keep your spirits high.
Throw away the pain, all your misery and fear
Join in the revelry, the parade is here
For this day, there'll be no sorrows
We'll pay for our sins tomorrow.

Throw away the pain, all your misery and fear
Join in the revelry, the parade is here
For this day, there'll be no sorrows

We'll pay for our sins tomorrow.
We'll pay for our sins tomorrow (HEY!)

Ladies From Hell

Written By: Frank Mackey

Down in the trenches
The mighty pipes are blowing
Scottish soldires playing (Fare thee well, Fare thee well)

Run for the hills
You bastards we are coming
Boys in skirts will take the hun

Batallions of the Black Watch
United for the battle
Side by side we'll win the day (WIN THE DAY)

Blood on the kilts
And the fear of God will shake 'em
You can hear the enemy say

We're ladies (LADIES)
Ladies (LADIES)
Ladies from hell

Ladies (LADIES)
Ladies (LADIES)
Ladies from hell

Remember the brave men
That took us on to victory
Gave their lives to the greatest cause

Down in the trenches
And on the field of honor
The pipe and the shield that led the way

From Palestine to Dunkirk and Normandy
The swirling of the pipes
Made the bastards retreat

From the massacre of Glencoe to Waterloo
You can hear the proud men say

We're ladies (LADIES)
Ladies (LADIES)
Ladies from hell

Ladies (LADIES)
Ladies (LADIES)
Ladies from hell

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo
Too-ra-loo-ra-ay
Too-ra-loo-ra-ly
Too-ra-loo-ra-ay

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo
Too-ra-loo-ra-ay
Too-ra-loo-ra-ly
Too-ra-loo-ra-ay

Ladies (LADIES)
Ladies (LADIES)
Ladies from hell

We're ladies (LADIES)
Ladies (LADIES)
Ladies from hell

We're ladies (LADIES)
Ladies (LADIES)
Ladies from hell

Ladies (LADIES)
Ladies (LADIES)
Ladies from hell

I Won My Wife In A Pissin' Contest

Written By: Frank Mackey

When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we pass out.
When we pass out, we commit no sins.
When we commit no sins, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk and go to heaven.

Oh, I won my wife in a pissin' contest.
Damndest thing you ever seen.
When my frog, it leaped, it went the furthest.
We got hitched in old Abilene.

We were drunk. We were loaded.
Falling down easily.
Then she yelled "Follow me boys"
"Step outside and make it rain."

Oh, I won my wife in a pissin' contest.
Damndest thing you ever seen.
When my frog, it leaped, it went the furthest.
We got hitched in old Abilene.

We were young. We were dumb.
Rolling through the night without pain.
Then she yelled "Follow me boys"
"Step outside and make it rain."

Oh, I won my wife in a pissin' contest.
Damndest thing you ever seen.
When my frog, it leaped, it went the furthest.
We got hitched in old Abilene.

Oh, I won my wife in a pissin' contest.
Damndest thing you ever seen.
When my frog, it leaped, it went the furthest.
We got hitched in old Abilene.

Soccer Tribe

Written By: Frank Mackey

The sky was gray as usual when the mob began to roar.
The little pawns had arrived at the stadiums tribal door.
There heads were high like gladiators with roses at there feet.
The taste of blood and victory in a hundred thousand seats.

The players seemed nervous as they walked onto the field.
Cause for every fine play, a bad one would drop there shields.
Be hit with Molotov cocktails, smoke bombs, rocks, and beer.
Be branded like some traitor, a black sheep among their peers.

Hey ref you're a bastard. Your mother is a whore.
Your eyes are in your ass and your brains are on the floor.
This sporting we take seriously. More a taking then our lives.
Better watch your back, I'm telling you bloke, don't mess with the soccer tribe.

A skinhead blows some snots in some Paddy's beer,
So he hands him a fist of change and knocks him on his rear.
The game is on the field. The game is in the stands.
Havoc has no boundary and competition no friends.

When the match is finally over, someone has to lose.
The winner takes the trophy. The goat must pay his dues.
Be maimed, killed, though he gave it all.
It seems a bit too much for kicking a little white ball.

Hey ref you're a bastard. Your mother is a whore.
Your eyes are in your ass and your brains are on the floor.
This sporting we take seriously. More a taking then our lives.
Better watch your back, I'm telling you bloke, don't mess with the soccer tribe.

Discography

CD - "Songs of Longing and Debauchery"
Tracks with radio airplay:01-Kiss My Irish Ass, 05-I Won my Wife in a Pissin' Contest

CD - "Pay For Our Sins Tomorrow"

Set List

The Keltic Cowboys play a wide array of irish rock and traditional irish music hits along with their original works. Originals include Kiss My Irish Ass, Row Row Row, I won My Wife In A Pissing Contest, Cops and Bagpipes, Pay For Our Sins Tomorrow, Ladies From Hell, etc... Covers includes hits like Wild Rover, Fields of Athenry, Lannigan's Ball, Tell Me Ma, Whiskey In The Jar, Drowsy Maggie, Foggy Dew, etc...
The Keltic Cowboys have enough material to play 4 - 5 hours of live music, so adjusting set lists according to crowd is our specialty. We can ALWAYS get the crowd going, no matter who happens to be listening...