2 acessos
G It was 1962 C D I was two years out of school G When I got on board a boat C D that was bound for Liverpool G The day I went away C D I remember it so well G Em Said goodbye to the North Wall D G And bid a fond farewell When I got down to the smoke It was 1963 I got a job doing meals on wheels Round NW3 I was terrorising grannies For ten lousy bob a week I was smashed and blacked And drunk and young in NW3 In the filth and piss they lived in They would sometimes hum an air Or talk in tongues of madness Keeping time upon the chair And for their wrists a numbered tab In Westminster morgue On a cold hard slab When I was still a young man In NW3 Now spent of love and rage I'm going home again Never did nobody wrong Never turned a decent wage So thanks for sweet fuck all once more back to the north wall Said goodbye to all of that And bid a fond farewell At the top of the Pentonville Road I watched the sun setting The town spread out before me Looked beautiful to me Away from all the sighing The suffering and the dying I dreamed of the future Of the young and the free G But the years they went by quickly C D Now I swear I won't return here G Where each day just bring me closer C D To the final misery G My kids will never scrape shit round here C D And I won't die crying in a pint of beer G Em Or eat their stinking meals on wheels D G In NW3.