"Amazing Grace Again" genre: Celtic
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	A song about pipe bands, redemption, and the power of free beer.
	MP3.com CD: Jiggernaut (Celtic Rock) - buy it! CD: In Search of More   Label: Off Hand Productions Credits: Words & Music by Wolf & Michael Loescher
	Story Behind the Song Wolf and his brother Michael played with the Silver Thistle Pipes and Drums of Austin, Texas in the early 90's. Wolf started out on snare and went on to become a piper, and Mike played bass drum. Their experiences playing with the band lead them to write this song. When they first started playing with Silver Thistle, the band tartan was a pattern called "Dress Culloden". It is a particularly nelly tartan, composed of white, lavendar, and yellow. Now, wearing any kind of kilt in Texas requires some testosterone, but wearing this particular one called for industrial doses. So the band was never really proud of the uniform, therefore never any awards for Deportment. (The band has since changed to a very green tartan, the name of which they can't recall, and they look and sound MUCH better.) This is dedicated to Pipe-Major Kenneth Liechti, Pipe-Sergeant Wade Harper, and the rest of the band. Lyrics Another day on the thin red line Between the present and the past My feet they hurt, my shoulder is numb But they say "This too shall pass." The women they blush, and the old men cry, And the children they run away A dog starts howling somewhere down the street As the pipes begin to play CHORUS Amazing Grace, again Auld Lang Syne, my friend And the low road, it never ends Will ye no come back again? Well I started out young, and I practiced real hard To try to make the grade But now I'm older, and all I'm thinking about Is getting through this damn parade Yet still I return, again and again Though the novelty has died Is it the machismo, or the leather, or the luke-warm beer Or something deeper down inside Through endless competitions, and highland games The songs remain the same The tartan, and the shortbread, and the single malt And the "Mac" before the name Mighty influential for a backwards place On the edge of the Third World Strange how everyone becomes a Scot When the pipes begin to skirl We won't win any prizes for Deportment But when all is said and done I become my best self When I'm strapping on that drum So we'll put up with the jokes and the hateful stares For this noise that would curdle stones "Band! By the right!" and we're heroes again As the pipes kick in the drones

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