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THAT'S WHERE YOU'LL FIND ME
the whisky bottle's empty
and the time has come to go to my bed
but the echoes of her footfall as she walked away
play dirges in my head
I'll crawl into my motor
and I'll drive down to the liquor store
and get myself some medicine instead
that's where you're going to find me
on a saturday night
where the birds announcing sunday
make me feel alright
I met her in the Bakers
if you know what I'm talking about
she said her name was Daisy and her father
would go spare if he found out
we kept her secret pretty
as we dance around all night as the other ladies
traded twist and shout
that's where you're going to find me
on a saturday night
where the birds announcing sunday
make me feel alright
my mother told me angels rarely wear high heels
but I was young and foolish and you know just how that feels
she didn't leave the bottle
when she headed for the railway yard
emotions fuelled with kerosene
ignited when she went too far
her life was pretty, short and dazzling
a shooting star that's waiting
in the queue to be scarred
that's where you're going to find me
on a saturday night
where the birds announcing sunday
make me feel alright
the funeral parlour doused its neon lights that day
in deepest sympathy for Mother Baker's trade
and through his tears the chief mourner played
that's where you'll find me
the whisky bottle's empty
and the time has come to go to my bed
but the echoes of her footfall as she walked away
play dirges in my head
I'll crawl into my motor
and I'll drive down to the liquor store
and get myself some medicine instead
that's where you're going to find me
on a saturday night
where the birds announcing sunday
make me feel alright
I met her in the Bakers
if you know what I'm talking about
she said her name was Daisy and her father
would go spare if he found out
we kept her secret pretty
as we dance around all night as the other ladies
traded twist and shout
that's where you're going to find me
on a saturday night
where the birds announcing sunday
make me feel alright
my mother told me angels rarely wear high heels
but I was young and foolish and you know just how that feels
she didn't leave the bottle
when she headed for the railway yard
emotions fuelled with kerosene
ignited when she went too far
her life was pretty, short and dazzling
a shooting star that's waiting
in the queue to be scarred
that's where you're going to find me
on a saturday night
where the birds announcing sunday
make me feel alright
the funeral parlour doused its neon lights that day
in deepest sympathy for Mother Baker's trade
and through his tears the chief mourner played
that's where you'll find me
sir dennis crowther
spelling mistake (your/you're). Deep shame... :(