by Jimmy George
I had breakfast with St. Swithin
He was waitin' on a train
And he said "Tell me all your troubles, boy
I won't be through this way again"
And I said, "There's a certain one
And her beauty's like an engine"
He said, "Hang on son, I've heard this one
And the rest ain't worth the mention"
He said "I'm sick of all ya bleedin' hearts
hung up over skirts
Ye always spend your money
Just end up feelin' like dirt
Ya sit all there alone
'till all your youth is gone
The bright lights of the city
They're waitin' for you son"
Chorus:
Let's go runnin' through the streets
Runnin through the streets
Stop along and chat with
Everyone we meet
He brought me to the bars
And he brought me round 'till one
He dragged me here, he dragged me there
I thought I'd never see the sun
Then he dropped me on a corner
And I never saw him go
I thought about his advice
As I walked home through the snow
Chorus
I ain't got no wishin' well
'cause dead men never tell
They all rose up from Hell tonight
'cause I guess that's just as well
I've never come in early
I've never come home late
I've never sang out of key
I've never sang that great
Chorus (x2)