Crease In His Hat

There's a ghost that flows
Through every kind of any town
There's someone who says he knows
The reasons why this big man died
It was a shame about the lies
No please round tear for a man
Tells the truth

Hey, but don't pay much attention to that
Because I must say, I knew him well
And that was just a crease in his hat
That was just a crease in his hat

There's a trick that's always played
By the doll and dim on the brightest things
And in the morning make us beg
Doomed to carry this brit's brand
Like a wheeled wild west show
Where the hero dies in the end

Hey, but don't pay much attention to that
Because I must say, I knew him well
And that was just a crease in his hat
That was just a crease in his hat



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Brammer, Dave Brewis
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