The Ballad Of Robbie Jones
There was Robbie Jones
He used to walk so tall
You know he'd hurt no one at all
Chased the girls around the world
Danced them round the dance halls
We'd have a drink and then he'd sink
Into nostalgic talk
We carried him home in the fallen snow
When he was too drunk to walk
Then came the day
We were sent away
We got our papers
Posted trough the door
And sent off to war
Dear old Tom
He'd sing a song and he'd play the guitar
He'd tell you all the stories
Of his travels near and far
Signed up one day to learn a trade
But that dream didn't go far
He'd be fighting Argentinians
With his gun not his guitar
He used to walk so tall
You know he'd hurt no one at all
Chased the girls around the world
Danced them round the dance halls
We'd have a drink and then he'd sink
Into nostalgic talk
We carried him home in the fallen snow
When he was too drunk to walk
Then came the day
We were sent away
We got our papers
Posted trough the door
And sent off to war
Dear old Tom
He'd sing a song and he'd play the guitar
He'd tell you all the stories
Of his travels near and far
Signed up one day to learn a trade
But that dream didn't go far
He'd be fighting Argentinians
With his gun not his guitar
He used to walk so tall
You know he'd hurt no one at all
Chased the girls around the world
Danced them round the dance halls
We'd have a drink and then he'd sink
Into nostalgic talk
We carried him home in the fallen snow
When he was too drunk to walk
Then came the day
We were sent away
We got our papers
Posted trough the door
And sent off to war
Dear old Tom
He'd sing a song and he'd play the guitar
He'd tell you all the stories
Of his travels near and far
Signed up one day to learn a trade
But that dream didn't go far
He'd be fighting Argentinians
With his gun not his guitar
He used to walk so tall
You know he'd hurt no one at all
Chased the girls around the world
Danced them round the dance halls
We'd have a drink and then he'd sink
Into nostalgic talk
We carried him home in the fallen snow
When he was too drunk to walk
Then came the day
We were sent away
We got our papers
Posted trough the door
And sent off to war
Dear old Tom
He'd sing a song and he'd play the guitar
He'd tell you all the stories
Of his travels near and far
Signed up one day to learn a trade
But that dream didn't go far
He'd be fighting Argentinians
With his gun not his guitar
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Friend, Jeremy Cunningham, Charles Heather, Jonathan Sevink, Mark Chadwick
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.