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Well you're a good man Albert Brown |
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And you was wounded in the war |
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And though you shot some people down |
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You're still a good man Albert Brown |
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Well you're a good man Albert Brown |
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Though you are drunk upon the floor |
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And if you're buying the next round |
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Then you're a good man Albert... |
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Brown was the color |
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Of the mud across the Somme |
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Red was the blood you spilled upon it |
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Pink were the fingers of the nurse who dressed your wound |
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White was the starch upon her bonnet |
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And you married that nurse |
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And her name was Else |
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And then along came dad |
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I'll have another pint of... |
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Brown is the color |
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Of your old walking boots |
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Green is the cash |
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You'd love to squander |
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Gold is the color |
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Of your wife's faithful heart |
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So get yourself home |
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No more to wander |
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And you married that nurse |
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And her name's still Else |
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And another child was had |
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You're a good man Albert Brown |
