Richard Thompson

^G See the boys out walking
The ^C boys who look so ^G fine
^C Dressed up in green ^G velvet
^C Their silver buckles ^G shine
^G Soon they'll be bleary-eyed
^D Under a keg of ^C wine
CHORUS
^C/G Down where the drunkards ^D roll
^C/G Down where the drunkards ^D roll
See that lover standing
Staring at the ground
He's looking for the real thing
Lies were all he found
You can get the real thing
It will only cost a pound
There goes a troubled woman
She dreams a troubled dream
She lives out on the highway
She keeps her money clean
Soon she'll be returning
To the place where she's the queen
You can be a gambler
Who never drew a hand
You can be a sailor
Who never left dry land
You can be lord Jesus
All the world will understand