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in my brain
Then they drag me back to work again
Pains and blisters on my minds and my hands
From livin' daily with those canvas bands

Folks that
Haji was a punk just like any other boy
And he never had no trouble 'til he started up his oi band
Safe in the garage or singing in the tub
'Til Haji
shot down to the ground
Back home again in Indiana
Now it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin drop
They started dropping like flies
The oldest
band.

I can still see those tears as we parted,
Of my heart broken Blue Velvet Band
As I left I told her I'd never
Come back to my old home again
band.

I can still see those tears as we parted,
Of my heart broken Blue Velvet Band
As I left I told her I'd never
Come back to my old home again
Thinkin' I'd go drink myself 
Back home on the range 
Shot down and sinking fast on Sunset Strip 

Holding on to something in my head 
Everything gets
them back again

One more dance in the night
One more chance to get it right
One more grab at the brass ring that's flying by
One more toast
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
From Colorado, to Arizona
All the way back home to California

In
train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
From Colorado, to Arizona
All the way back home to California
In Chattanooga, they
and your bearing.
And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing.

Standing like tanks on the brow
home
Won't you carry me home
(like a truck, pick me up)

You ain't no lady but you've sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by time
the rain
I want to tell ya, gonna go back again
I'm gonna go back again
Word gets 'round the band's in town
They're bustlin' 'round the hall
Readin'
coming off the fix, the sleeve tricks 

Strike it up if judah sticks 
The brass band, hold hands 
Right across the new land 
Have an accent pay your
We arrived in December and London was cold
So we stayed in the bars along Charring cross road
We never saw nothing but brass taps and oak
Kept
and a shot of Black Label

Closed this place down once again
Sittin' here wishin' you'd walk right in
Down my shot, shoot my beer
I ain't gotta go home but I
We're back in the barrio
And to you and me, that's jingle town that's

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming
We're back in the barrio
And to you and me, that's jingle town that's

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming
the drink, I need home for a rest...

The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come
a flower pattern shirt of quetionable style
It all made sense

The band went back to their homes in the Hollywood hills
Better than they'd ever felt
He was old school and overalls
Tough as nails as I recall
He fought a war and came back home
Honest as the day was long
And right before my
talkin' crazy cause I'm high again
Flow like a motherfucker say it again
Twenties lookin' like ooh
With the guy like who
Back up the bad money,put it in
Don't it ever give a young man the blues?
Don't it ever get lonesome?
Don't it ever make a young man wanna go back home?
When the P.A. system eats it,
to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain.
We buried ours, and the Turks
I am a highwayman, on the road again
Me and my guitar, and my rambling band

Staring at the road, standing in the blow
Carrying my load 'cause I
And bring it all back home again

Honey, we came to dance with the girls with the stars in their eyes
Do the jump back, jack, stop and slide to the right