So we packed our bags and headed for the north sea There was eric, brian, freaky pete, charlie, frankie lee and me I was feeling homesick but I was in good company We went sailing
We came ashore long before the fighting broke Saw the sign and headed for the big smoke We met an old woman of the roads, she said this life is but a joke But we kept on trucking
I'm always thinking, I'm thinking I'm thinking how much I think about it all While you're just dreaming, just dreaming, just dreaming Had you dreamt it all
But I'm the one who's fallen The one you hear Here calling across your floor Here I go again feeling low down
I'll never know, but then I came from the wrong side of town We were like the lonesome outlaws We would go which way the wind did blow Down the open trail that nobody knows
Sometimes it gets lonesome But there you go feeling low down
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