| 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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| But 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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| I’m sad to say I must be on my way
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| So buy me beer or whiskey cause I’m going far away (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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| I’m sad to say I must be on my way
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| So buy me beer or whiskey cause I’m going far away (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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| 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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| I’m sad to say I must be on my way
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| So buy me beer or whiskey cause I’m going far away (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 |