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Table In The Corner
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Oh D'you see that
Table in the corner
Scarred and weather worn?
I’ve heard a hundred stories
A thousand times or more
It was the first thing that the landlord
Brought from his own home
But how he came to own it
No-one seems to know
No-one seems to know.
Oh D'you see that
Table in the corner, the one where no-one sits?
We've all heard the stories, and it’s not quite worth the risk
For they say that it was cursed once, many year ago
But no harm will befall you, if you leave it well alone
Leave it well alone.
And it’s always been 'round here
And it’s always been, revered
And it’s not like it’s a test
And it matter even less, but I’d like to know
From where about it came.
Oh D'you see that
Table in the corner, where it’s always been?
And bear in mind this warning
It’s not quite what it seems
It was the thing that brought the landlord, fortune, flair and fame
And now he understands it, there it will remain
There it will remain.
And it’s always been 'round here
And it’s always been, revered
And it’s not like it’s a test
And it matter even less, but I’d like to know
From where about it came.
And it’s always been 'round here
And it’s always been, revered
And it’s not like it’s a test
And it matter even less, but I’d like to know
From where about it came.
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Well, I know you've heard my name
Whispered in the streets
And if you listen to the stories
I’m the worst man you could meet.
You'll have heard about the time
That I broke out from the jail
Killed the guards, climbed the walls
Escaped the town by rail.
And they'll have told you of my wife, how I
Stole her from her home
Sold the family diamonds then
Kicked her to the road.
Liars, liars, liars
Liars, liars, liars
Liars, liars, liars
As far as I can see.
So now you know my name
What think you of that?
Those stories filled with nonsense
Make me sound like quite the catch.
But that time I fled the jail
Though it makes me sound a bore
The guard had fallen drunk asleep
His keys next to the door.
And the one they called my wife
That I swindled fair and fine
Was a working girl from London and
I paid her for her time.
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He used to tell us stories, when we were young
The childhood games he played, and his time at school
And his school is sounded dreadful
And his teachers sounded awful
And the violence then was shameful, in those days.
So then he joined the army, and he learnt to shoot a gun
The 'Enfield' he was given, held ten rounds
He-said-they-had to lie, upon their backs
And shoot at passing planes
And try to bring them down from half a mile away
And, Sam did run
As fast as he could run
The bullets clipped his heels, but still he ran.
The day he met his bride, he knew she was the one
Swore that he would keep her by his side
Then he went to Palestine and left her on her own
Never meant to break that promise made
And his General was a madman
The Lieutenant just a farm-hand
So a Sergeants job was not a happy one
And, Sam did run
As fast as he could run
The bullets clipped his heels, but still he ran
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I used to write you songs
But I haven’t done for years
I used to write you letters
To tell you what I thought, of being here
Feel older now
And the nights are cold, without you around.
Being older now
I can see the reasons
That you’ve gone to ground.
And now you've gone to ground
Where you will never be found
And now you've gone to ground
Where you will never be found
…but at least I know with you I'm safe and sound.
But it’s strange what you remember,
The memories and thoughts of where you are from
But it’s nearly mid-November
And all the friends I’ve had are dead and gone.
I feel older now
And the nights are cold, without you around
Being older now
I can see the reasons
That you’ve gone to ground.
And now you've gone to ground
Where you will never be found
And now you've gone to ground
Where you will never be found
And now you've gone to ground
Where you will never be found
And now you've gone to ground
Where you will never be found
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Welcome to Folk-Rock at its finest - well-constructed melodies and lovingly crafted stories, part Folk-Rock, part Americana, with tales of sorrow, love, war and debauchery, in a very catchy, foot-tapping way. Creative 6-piece The Deadly Winters play some of the freshest, original and story-based music on the scene today. ... more
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