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David Keenan – Love In A Snug lyrics
(spoken)
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 graters 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 graters 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
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 graters 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 graters 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
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