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lyrics

Sing me a song boys don't make it long
For I must be travelling far
You may keep my guitar
Change the strings while I'm gone
Turn my back on the prophets
Blew a kiss at the Wandering Jew
Got on my horse and set off on a course
To find me a women like you

The cool morning air kissed the flesh of my mare
As we rode through a valley of trees
A wren on the fence sang all that go hence
Seem to always return on their knees
By the roadside a stranger played a tune on an old tin gazoo
And though there where no words his song like the birds
Said beware of a women like you

LIE LIE LIE LIE LIELIE
LIE LIE LIELIELIELIELIELIE ! [TWICE]

There was a priest who I happened to meet
On the eve, of the second day
He'd done the duty of youth and sought beauty and truth
And a lover that way
He woke up one morning to find that she'd up and slipped through
And feeling God's wrath he'd taken the cloth
And forgiven a women like you

LIE LIE LIE LIE LIELIE
LIE LIE LIELIELIELIELIELIE ! [TWICE]


My search I relented in a bar room frequented
By the baffled, the bent, and the broke
The slow wheel of time had passed most of them by
Those that hadn't been caught in the spokes
And we drank from the bottle a toast to the victorious few
Who had stayed on a plane between pleasure and pain
For the love of a women like you

LIE LIE LIE LIE LIELIE
LIE LIE LIELIELIELIELIELIE ! [TWICE]

My comrade ion arms with blood on the palms of his hands
Stumbled in through the door
All he could say were the last lines from a play
Concerning the death of the Moor
He'd been pierced through the breastbone
And he bled from a freshly made wound
As he fell on his sword his very last word
Was the name of a women like you

LIE LIE LIE LIE LIELIE
LIE LIE LIELIELIELIELIELIE ! [TWICE]


Than an old man came into the room
He broke into a tune on a teak violin
A melody doleful and mercy less soulful
That tore us apart from within
All his front teeth where missing
And through the gap a lyric came through
And the words that he sung
Said his heart had been wrung
In the hands of a women like you

LIE LIE LIE LIE LIELIE
LIE LIE LIELIELIELIELIELIE ! [TWICE]


Tick tock goes the clock
In my room by the dock
Through my window I stare out to see
And once and awhile a young woman will smile
From the street to an old man like me
Meet the boys on some evenings
And we pour back a whisky or two
Though we drink to forget I shall never regret
Having once loved a women like you

LIE LIE LIE LIE LIELIE
LIE LIE LIELIELIELIELIELIE ! [FOUR TIMES]

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from Urban Sea Shanties, released September 2, 2020

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Fred Smith Canberra, Australia

“Fred Smith is simply the best folk/country musician working in this country in 2020. Beyond writing some of the finest songs about Australians at war, he has created a repertoire that is wry, literate, witty, powerfully emotional and insightful.”(Bruce Elder, Sydney Morning Herald). ... more

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