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MacRaethen Walks In, An' Your Girl Walks Out

V5

Verse 1 When Gavin MacRaethen comes into the bar, The fiddles strike up like he’s some shinin' star. He buys one drink, and the whole place cheers— While every poor bastard hides behind their beer. Chorus MacRaethen walks in, an' your girl walks out— Hand on his arm and a grin about. He’s got a purple kilt that he wears with pride, And a smile that steals the countryside. MacRaethen walks in, an' your girl walks out— That’s why we're drinkin' til we pass out. Verse 2 He steps to the bar with a wink so sly, And the barmaids flock like seagulls to pie. The widows whisper, the daughters preen, And the wives claim they’re “just bein’ keen.” Chorus MacRaethen walks in, an' your girl walks out— Hand on his arm and a grin about. He’s got a purple kilt that he wears with pride, And a smile that steals the countryside. MacRaethen walks in, an' your girl walks out— That’s why we're drinkin' til we pass out. Verse 3 The sailors grumble, “He ain’t that fine,” But they watch their sweethearts cross the line. For Gavin MacRaethen’s charm runs wide— One wink from him and your girl's at his side. Chorus MacRaethen walks in, an' your girl walks out— Hand on his arm and a grin about. He’s got a purple kilt that he wears with pride, And a smile that steals the countryside. MacRaethen walks in, an' your girl walks out— That’s why we're drinkin' til we pass out. Verse 4 No ring stays on and no vow holds tight When the Scot strolls in on a lively night. He leaves by two with a rogue’s delight, An' the tavern's half empty, no women in sight. Chorus MacRaethen walks in, an' your girl walks out— Hand on his arm and a grin about. He’s got a purple kilt that he wears with pride, And a smile that steals the countryside. MacRaethen walks in, an' your girl walks out— That’s why we're drinkin' til we pass out. Final chorus MacRaethen walks in, an' your girl walks out— Hand on his arm and a grin about. He’s got a purple kilt that he wears with pride, And a smile that steals the countryside. MacRaethen walks in, an' your girl walks out— That’s why we're drinkin' til we pass out.