A Year in a Pub

Well dad broke his leg around Christmas time
And left us with all of the fun
Chins up and brave faces lets open the bar
Been down in the cellar and up before the sun
And up before the sun

Well the men wander in as if punching their cards, take up their positions each day
Eyes up to the telly and down to their draft, SP bookie’s on hand
Will they gamble their pensions away?
Will they gamble their pensions away?

Chorus
Let’s drink to the life of a city hotel
And let’s sing to the sway of the beers
The stout and the Stingo the old black and tan
A year in a pub and I’ll always remember the tears
I will always remember the tears

Now mum takes the orders from those in the lounge,
Says the buffalo’s right on the mark
Gunna be a big Saturday she whispers to me
As the black and white beanies stroll in from Victoria Park
Straight in from Victoria Park

But the profits are down and we work ‘til we’re dead,
Soldier on and do what we can
Another blue to break up and the cops need to talk,
Is this what you call some kind of retirement plan?
Some kind of retirement plan

Chorus

Oh sirns and flashes and a bang on the door
On a freezing wet morning ’round three
There’s a customer down in the gutter outside
And the short round detective, he pointed the finger at me
Yes he pointed the finger at me

Oh yes sir I know what you surely must think,
But you’ll see in the plain light of day
That I never could be of the murdering kind
And two long weeks later that customer she passed away
That customer she passed away

Chorus

So as long as my arse it points to the ground
And I’ll tell it to all near and far
With the strife that my family had to endure,
You’ll see me in the pub, only on this side of the bar
Only on this side of the bar

Let’s drink to the life of a city hotel
And let’s sing to the sway of the beers
The stout and the Stingo the old black and tan
A year in a pub and I’ll always remember the tears
I will never forget the tears

They’ve been with me for near twenty years

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