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Old Tyke Blues

from Poetic License by The Crows Of Albion

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guitar blues track
additional guitar: Karl Derbyshire
harmonica: Peter Bedford

lyrics

Old Tyke Blues

I woke up this morning -
found my leg was dead.
Slipped as I got up
and banged my head,
fingers to temple
came away red,
trail on the carpet
where I had bled.

Went down for breakfast -
the milk had gone sour,
turned on the toaster -
a distinct lack of power.
Go back upstairs,
stand under the shower -
water is freezing,
been off for an hour.

Out of the house
at a quarter to nine,
head is pounding
because of the wine
that I’d quaffed last night -
I thought I’d be fine.
Pain in my chest –
not a good sign.

Somehow I made it
all through the day.
No sight of the sun,
just cloudy and grey.
Dickheads in cars
all got in my way.
Stuck in a jam
and my CD won’t play.

Slipped off to the pub -
tripped over the cat.
Crisps were all soggy,
beer was all flat
Some kid in the corner
acting the twat.
Staggered on home
and threw up on the mat.

Being an old tyke
I love to complain,
I’m never happy
unless the day has some rain.
Coming from Yorkshire
I relish the pain -
sometimes it’s hard-wired
right into my brain.

I get into bed
and reach for the light,
my missus leans over -
I’m thinking ‘a fight’.
She kisses my cheek
then whispers ‘goodnight’
and all of a sudden
the world is alright.

credits

from Poetic License, released March 29, 2014

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