| Lambert
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| I was told about a man who would never leave Grimsby
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| And that may sound strange but his heart was in that town
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| With his friends and his family
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| And to make him leave would be pain indeed
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| Now he could have toured the world, he was highly respected
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| But to make him go would be ripping out his heart
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| And leaving him restless
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| So to see him play, go the Grimsby way
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| ‘Cause he had a little love but he gives a lot of love
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| It doesn’t matter where he is if you’ve got a little love
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| And you give a lot of love, it doesn’t matter where you are
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| It’s up to you, you could be in Grimsby too
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| Got a letter from a boy from a village in Kenya
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| He was such a fan, so smitten by the band
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| They called him the Strawbs Boy and that made him proud
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| He would play us loud in the letter Lucky wrote
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| That he’d been to Nairobi which I found quite sad
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| Because he said he looked around but he couldn’t see me
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| With a faith like that, how I wish he had
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| Lucky had a little love and he gave a lot of love
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| Didn’t matter where he was
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| If you ever meet the man who would never leave Grimsby
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| Try to make him see that the home is in the heart
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| And you carry it with you
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| You may never leave and your spirit’s free |