The Likes Of You Again - Live From The Wiltern, Los Angeles/2006

It's good to be back home

Here's to you, I sing for my daddy-o
As I lay him down to sleep
It's been so long since I lost my daddy-o (hey bastardos)
I hope he's watching over me

Wednesday night is morning now, I'm walking in the rain
The birds are screaming in my ear and driving me insane
Half the clouds are empty, so the sun burst through the sky
The puddles show reflection of a face about to die

Just around the corner, I was going 'round the bend
I ran into a staggering fool who said he knew my name
He poured himself a whiskey and his face began to glow
Two men without an answer, like a dog without a bone

Bringing in the new year as the bells began to ring
Fats, is in the corner, just about to sing
Time to get another before the final shout
You should have heard them roaring when they dragged the bugger out

And we'll never see the likes of you again

Jimbo came from slumming town, a cold and dreary place
To summer land he found himself with such an honest face
Met a girl called Minnie Pearl, swore she'd always be his girl
Happy ever after until the tide ran out again

Pour me all your sorrows and I'll drink until you're dry
I'll love you in the morning, Christ, I'll love you until you die
I'll never leave, so never grieve, I'll be back before you know
But Jimbo fell into a well and never rambled home

Carried all his troubles in an unforgiving bag
Back and forth through painted brick, the colors all seemed bland
I've traveled all these years, he said, to only get this far
So he crossed the street, found a seat, his home is now a bar

And we'll never see the likes of you again
No, we'll never see the likes of you again

Hey, let me hear you Los Angeles

There must be more to life than this poxie life
All the aggro, all the pain
So he disappeared into his final beer
The glass was empty once again, again, again

Woke up in an awful state, I dreamt I was at Peter's gate
Begging for his mercy and the crimes that were at hand
He told me he was much amused to see the life I had abused
Best be on your way but have a swig before you go

I'm ringing in the new year, the bells began to ring
Fats, is in the corner, just about to sing
Time to get another before the final shout
Should have heard them roaring when they dragged the bugger out

And we'll never see the likes of you again (whatchu say?)
No, we'll never see the likes of you again
No, we'll never see the likes of you again