John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
[Verse 1]
Well, the streets are doing a war dance
As their sight is restored to the blind
And I sift trash on the off chance
That there might be something to find
Mary lets her fingers do the walking
Her baby's nearly due
She's listening but no one's talking
At the citizen's advice bureau
Joe, he's down on the dole-queue
Well, he should have signed on yesterday
Even if he was a carpenter and she was his lady
He wouldn't be able to make it pay
No
[Verse 2]
Yeah, he don't believe in angels
She's been seeing another man
Infidelity runs in the family
But that wasn't a part of the plan
Shepherds watch the flicks by night
At the King's Cross all-night show
Something's trying to catch their eye
But they're too grossed out to know
And the three kings travel like three ships a-sailing
They've got some gifts he'll need
Cocaine for sniffing, money for corruption
And a whole load of videos of I Love Lucy
[Bridge]
Ah, but the king of the country, he's getting frightened
He doesn't want to be somebody's pawn
And as he crushes the beer can between his hands
He sees his fate, the queen yells checkmate
And another star is born
But the baby is killed in an instant
As though his whole life were a dream
Though his book sells well and he pulls out the stops
Everyone knows he's a hyped-up has-been
[Verse 3]
And the t-shirts just embarrass
And thought become memories after a while
He's looking so much older now
It's hard to believe that that was style
He throws his cloak out to his fan
It's his last chance sacrifice
The girls are crawling a cut-glass sea
No one even wants to look twice
'Cause the circle's all but full now
But the stalls are empty for the latest son
Who just smiles and says
Give my regards to Fleet Street, I've gotta run, oh
I've gotta run, oh
[Outro]
Well, the streets are doing a war dance
As their sight is restored to the blind
And I'm sifting trash on the off chance
That there might be something to find
(Hey, hey)
(I gotta run, I gotta run)
Bridegroom Blues was written by John Wesley Harding.
Bridegroom Blues was produced by Andy Paley.