Down to the Dealers

Looking at the photo on the wall
Remembering his childhood days
Playing games in the sun
Those days are over now
Those days are over and gone

Looking through the glass he sees a face
Of the happy child he sees no trace
Huddled up against the cold
A young man, a young man with eyes that look so old

What in the world has done him wrong
Time was he'd sing a different song
He needs somewhere, some love

Got to get down to the dealers
Hope he's got the merchandise
Nothing say nothing is easy
You know you have to pay the price
Empty bottle of whiskey
He's had a little shot too much
Storing up the trouble
But still he hasn't had enough
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
Rich man, poor man, beggar man

Empty bottle of whiskey
He's had a little shot too much
Storing up the trouble
But still he hasn't had enough
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
Rich man, poor man, beggar man
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor
If wishes were horses beggars would ride



Credits
Writer(s): Niall Angus
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