About a gunshot away there’s a place that I long to be
Tippin’ bottles with me old cock.
When the shit’s all said and sorted, I plan to settle down and stay
One middle finger to the landlocked
From the first time boatin’ or there’s not too much I can recall
I kissed a plastic cod and drank rum till I was friggered
I decided then and there that I’d return, even if I had to crawl
Something outside was broken and something inside me, triggered
It’s a long ride home, but it’s always my destination
It’s a long ride home
If the sun bursts apart at the end of the world, I don’t think I will give a damn
As long as I’m surrounded by friends and pints in goddamned newfoundland
So here’s to newfoundland
I breathed a sigh of relief the next time steppin’ off the plane
It’d been a long, hard, vapid winter
Johnny and the boys were waiting there ready to explain
They weren’t there to drive us, just a welcome back to the island
So we taxied to the venue to prepare for the night to sweep
Slept in the back room until the india showed up
When we finally took the stage, it shifted beneath our feet
We stood on the shoulders of proud newfoundlanders
I think it bears repeating
I think it bears repeating
I think it bears repeating that no one buckled under
We all got bit by the cod that we all kissed
It left an infection in our lips and a longing in the mist
You’re as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land
You’re as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land
Yes, I be a newfoundlander b’y. Yot by birth, but in my heart. yes, I be a newfoundlander b’y
Yes, I be a newfoundlander b’y. Yot by birth, but in my heart. yes, I be a newfoundlander b’y
You’re as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land
You’re as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land
