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• Artiste: Ruarri Joseph
• Titre: Hope for Grey Trrousers
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He was a quiet soul, he was a lazy dude He was a thinking man He had a trophy wife from when he ruled the roost But that was back in 'Nam He used to play guitar in the local bar Until his fingers bled And now he plays alone on a driftwood porch Where the cows are fed And yes my trousers are grey But my heart stays gold 'til my dying day I don't respond to authority But I've got a blues harp in the key of C The modern man can cloud my life Mock my car, repossess my wife But he won't get far and he won't get me Coz I've got a blues harp in the key of C He returned from work once Lethargic from effort but out on release His wife was in bed with next door's gas man Who was tanned to the teeth His dog had been snagged by a passing train And now he's ten miles East When a freakish turn from mother earth Turned the whole scene to grief And yes my trousers are grey But my heart stays gold 'til my dying day I don't respond to authority But I've got a blues harp in the key of C The modern man can cloud my life Mock my car, repossess my wife But he won't get far and he won't get me Coz I've got a blues harp in the key of C