These lyrics are guaranteed to be accurate because I copied them from Mickey MacConnell's own web site. There are several significant differences from the version posted by Ragman above.


SUPERMARKET WINE
Mickey MacConnell

You'd insist we'd share the driving when we left the city lights
In a clapped-out Morris Minor heading west on Friday nights,
And the heater wasn't working and we never had a spare,
But we called that old car Flattery, 'cause it got us everywhere,
And when we'd stop to pitch the tent, it always seemed to rain,
And it's then that I'd discover you'd forgot the pegs again,
And I couldn't get the camp fire lit no matter what I tried.
Don't you remember?
We had roadside stops for bread and cheese and supermarket wine
When the world was ours and I was yours and I thought you were mine.

Do you remember Galway Races and the man in Harris tweed?
Who, because he knew your father, said he'd do us a good deed,
And he horse he put our money on, I'd swear it's running still,
And we were staying in a boarding house and couldn't pay the bill,
But you laughed when I went overboard; you told me not to swear,
Saying, "The town's full of Americans; let's go busking in Eyre Square,
And the Blarney Stone and the leprechauns will surely see us through."
Don't you remember?
We sang Danny Boy and Galway Bay at least eighty-seven times,
And the world was ours and I was yours and I thought you were mine.

You called me from the airport just before you caught your plane,
And you told me you were leaving, but that I was not to blame,
And you hoped that I would understand and we'd always be good friends,
But I knew from what you said that we would never meet again,
But I must confess it hurt like hell and that I miss you yet,
For you were not the sort of girl that's easy to forget,
And sometimes some half-forgotten fragment of you trips my mind,
And I remember
All those roadside stops for bread and cheese and supermarket wine
When the world was ours and I was yours and I thought you were mine.

All those roadside stops for bread and cheese and supermarket wine
When the world was ours and I was yours and I thought you were mine.