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Bringing Home The Bacon by Dave Boulton

Bringing Home The Bacon by Dave Boulton

Words by Dave Boulton, music by Jeff Parton

When everybody lets you down who’s there to calm your fears?
When no one understands you who seems wise beyond his years?
If you’re feeling like you’re forty or feeling like you’re four
Who knows what you need when you can’t take it anymore

Chorus:
He’s your teddy, he’s your confidante and friend
He’s your teddy, and he’ll love you right up to the very end
When that troubled look is in your eyes, he asks no questions tells no lies
Just sits there … Continue reading →

Bringing Home The Bacon by Dave Boulton

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Now we doctors are all chaps that you can trust I’m sure you know
So when you find that you’ve got trouble brewing down below
We’re the ones to track the gremlins down no matter where they lurk
We’re the lads to put the pressure back into your water works

Chorus:
Yes we’ll help you turn the sprinkle to a squirt
We will help you turn the trickle to a spurt
It’s a simple operation and we promise it won’t hurt
And we’ll … Continue reading →

Bringing Home The Bacon by Dave Boulton

Talk of Merlin’s wisdom, of battles in the sky
Lofty spires and Dragons fire and Kings that never die
I know it’s true I always knew somewhere in my soul
But the mountains hide the memory’s’ where city folk don’t go

Chorus:
There’s thunder in the mountains there’s water in the gills
And the wind is slowly drawing misty curtains on the hills
There’s a silence in the valley no beast nor bird astir
As sunset fires the ancient spires across Snowdonia

I never was a traveler and I never meant to … Continue reading →

Bringing Home The Bacon by Dave Boulton

Words by Dave Boulton, music by Jeff Parton

Now the young ‘uns today are all vandals and the buggers are muggers an’ all
When they’re not out ram-raiding they’re all out parading the stuff they nicked in the last haul
Well hard discipline never did me any harm and conscription would do ‘em all good
And if I had my way I’d go back to the days when a criminal knew where he stood

Chorus:
I’d flog ‘em and flay ‘em and hang ‘em
I’d bring back the birch and the cat
… Continue reading →

Bringing Home The Bacon by Dave Boulton

Words & music by Dave Boulton
Download lyric sheet with chords

Chorus:
I’m saying goodbye to the seas lads, I’m saying goodbye to the sea
Goodbye to the fishing, goodbye to the nets, the nearer it comes lads the harder it gets
When you’re sailing her out for the grounds lads you’ll be sailing her out without me
There’s a lump in my throat for I’m burning my boats, and I’m saying goodbye to the … Continue reading →

Bringing Home The Bacon by Dave Boulton

Words by Dave Boulton, music by Dave Boulton & Jeff Parton

Well the land is all pleasant and the fields are all green
And to tell you the truth it all seems like a dream
For we’ve lived in the darkness, but fifty years on
The darkness and dirt and the Black Hill are gone

CHORUS:
And it seems like a shadow has gone from my eyes
That I hadn’t noticed for most of my life
For the sun’s shining in through the windows and doors
Of Chain Row and Fan … Continue reading →

Bringing Home The Bacon by Dave Boulton

Download lyric sheet with chords

Walk around your town and you’ll be shocked at what they’ve done
They’ve knocked down all the terraces and put up brand new slums.
With wood-look doors and wood-look floors, with plastic and with steel
It’s a pity that the people left to live in them are real

Walk around your town and you’ll be shocked at what they’ve done
They’ve knocked down all the terraces and put up brand new slums.
With wood-look doors and wood-look floors, with plastic and with steel
It’s a pity … Continue reading →

Bringing Home The Bacon by Dave Boulton

See ‘em everywhere you go, town and country rodeo
Friday nights they’re everywhere you turn
Tattooed shirts and high-heeled shoes, accents that just don’t ring true
Cowboys in all senses of the word

Chorus:
Two sets of words, one worn-out tune
Singin’ in a vexin’ Texan drawl
I can’t stand Barry Manilow or the Tony Blackburn Show
But I hate country music best of all

In every public bar and lounge when they turn the juke box down
You can bet your boots it’s country music night
Everyone is looking bored … Continue reading →