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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gavin Glass
Gavin Glass
Electric Guitar
David Kennan
David Kennan
Lead Vocals
Graham Hopkins
Graham Hopkins
Drums
Gar Kane
Gar Kane
Bass Guitar
Harry Hoban
Harry Hoban
Piano
Gareth Quinn Redmond
Gareth Quinn Redmond
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Kennan
David Kennan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gavin Glass
Gavin Glass
Producer

Letra

I used to be younger But somehow felt older than I am now At the back end of town At the unholiest hour You may find love in a snug But if you're not in-the-know Sure, you wouldn't even know it was there With my face stung with drink I am longing for my rest Tuesday morning is dawning I'm still stood in my Sunday best Can you hear the clicking of bootheels on barstools? And see the bald, chalkless tips of the pool cues? And the three-bar heater that is gasping for air I'm remembering the day that you found me Comparing field notes with all the other bowsies But on the third day, I'm going to wise up again There's a man whispering something profound Ah, but it falls on deaf on ears and is drowned By the great slagging match That is reaching its final round Husband turning to wife "Ah, little darling, won't you bless me with your palm?" But in this hail of blue language She shoots him down And the worn, haggard suit who thinks I am a mute He says, "Here kid, I've never done no wrong" I exhale with a grimace And I burst into song While remembering the day that you found me Comparing field notes with all the other bowsies But on the third day, I'm going to wise up again I swear Still, your man's whispering something profound But it falls on deaf on ears and is drowned By the great slagging match That is reaching its final round At the back end of town At the unholiest hour You better keep walking Keep walking Let's go back to the day at the Strawberry Fair When your ghostly left hand Picked the rosy red gem And we danced on the cobbles 'Til the gritters were gone Let's go back to the day at the Strawberry Fair When your ghostly left hand Picked the rosy red gem And we danced on the cobbles 'Til the gritters were gone Rain, rain, go away I'll come down another day Rain, rain, go away I'll come down another day Rain, rain, go away I'll come down another day now Rain, rain go away I'll come down another day now Not today, not today Rain, rain, go away I'll come down another day now Not today, no Rain, rain, go away I'll come down another day now Rain, rain, go away I'll come down another day Not today, not today, no Rain, rain, go away I'll come down another day, oh (Spoken) You have to leave home To find home sometimes At the back end of town At the unholiest hour You may find love in a snug
Writer(s): David Keenan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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