Old Fitzroy

I walked in here off the dirty mile

swaggered in with a prison style.

Aching bones and dirty feet;

needing a bed and something to eat.

I played for you and I played it right,

I sang in tune and I danced all night.

I cooked at you as the only one;

I diddn't know it could come undone.

I hit the road when I was fifteen,

When my mother died and my dad got mean.

I've been locked up since twenty-one,

I was my mother's only son.

Forgotten most from early days,

But I remember what she used to say,

Little boy you're my pride and joy,

The only good thing about old Fitzroy

I feel the walls are falling down around;

It makes me loathe that town somehow.

I've been drinking all the wrong

Things all night,

I've been thinking about what

I've got to do to survive this life.