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Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born |
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He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn |
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He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn |
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And they all looked very happy in the morning |
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Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours |
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Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks |
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When he'd had too many Powers |
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So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving |
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And he took the road for God knows in the morning |
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We walked him to the station in the rain |
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We kissed him as we put him on the train |
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And we sang him a song of times long gone |
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Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again |
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(Far away) |
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Sad to say I must be on my way |
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So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away |
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(Far away) |
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I'd like to think of me returning when I can |
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To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane |
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The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man |
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I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane |
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I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn |
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And ended up a barman in the morning |
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I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down |
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I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown |
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I heard them say that Jimmy's making money far away |
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And some people left for heaven without warning |
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We walked him to the station in the rain |
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We kissed him as we put him on the train |
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And we sang him a song of times long gone |
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Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again |
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(Far away) |
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Sad to say I must be on my way |
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So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away |
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(Far away) |
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I'd like to think of me returning when I can |
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To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane |
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When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone |
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He asked me all the details of the train that they went on |
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Some people they are scared to croak but Jimmy drank until he choked |
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And he took the road for heaven in the morning |
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We walked him to the station in the rain |
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We kissed him as we put him on the train |
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And we sang him a song of times long gone |
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Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again |
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(Far away) |
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Sad to say I must be on my way |
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So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away |
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(Far away) |
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I'd like to think of me returning when I can |
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To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane |
