Richard Thompson : Sweet Warrior

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I see young girls with old faces

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I see good girls in bad places

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I see plain girls in finery

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And every one be the death of me

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Needle and thread, needle and thread

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Hand me down my needle and thread

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I said hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey

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I thread up my needle and then

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Now pretty Caitlin, she went too far Shaking all she had at the topless bar Right in the face of Ben and Bob Put a little too much into the job Needle and thread, needle and thread...

Instrumental chorus

Now sweet Myfanwy, she took a shine Dumped me for Dai worked down the mine I was a temp, Dai was a keeper He knew how to dig that little bit deeper Needle and thread, needle and thread... Now Bonnie Jean meant everything But she threw back my hard-earned ring Said she had other men who dig her She was holding out for something bigger Needle and thread, needle and thread...

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I can't eat, I can't sleep

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Knowing that you're on your midnight creep

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I can't jump, I can't jive

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Knowing that you want me dead or alive

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There's no half way with you

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You see red, white and blue

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What holds your head on could use another screw

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Come on, do your worst, boy, that's the way, that's the way

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Hit me where it hurts, boy, that's the way, that's the way

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Puff until you burst, boy, that's the way, that's the way

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But I'll never give it up, I'll never give it up I'll put you in my loser file I don't need your reptile smile You look better you out of range Stare at somebody else for a change When the sky fell in, you cried And blackness welled inside And how your little brain got twisted and fried Come on, do your worst, boy, that's the way, that's the way Hit me where it hurts, boy, that's the way, that's the way Puff until you burst, boy, that's the way, that's the way But I'll never give it up, I'll never give it up

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You're someone I can't help betray

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You know you built me up that way, that way, that way

Instrumental verse

I don't run, I don't care Some day we're going to meet somewhere You and me will rock and roll When you crawl out of your sick little hole So give me what you got Put your money in the pot Let's see what you are and what you're not Come on, do your worst, boy, that's the way, that's the way Hit me where it hurts, boy, that's the way, that's the way Puff until you burst, boy, that's the way, that's the way But I'll never give it up, I'll never give it up I'll never give it up, I'll never give it up

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If I ever get out of these shoes

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I'll shrug off a skin or two

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I'll come looking in all the wasted places

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Beat-up, last ditch rendezvous

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If it had been some other place

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Some other time to find me

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If I had been in my right mind

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Not looking for ghosts behind me

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Then I'd hold you with my fingers burning

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Kiss away your little tears of yearning

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But sometimes there's no turning

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Take care the road you choose If I ever get out of my mind Guillotine myself to stop me dreaming And let my heart go where it will Without those other voices screaming Some take the high, some take the low Some take the straight and narrow Some still standing at the crossroads Some fly like an arrow With my radar I'll find you, darling No regrets to blind you, darling And never look behind Take care the road you choose

If I say what's on my mind, dear The judge will slap me down You've got me in the corner And it's only the second round So I'll keep my mouth shut, darling I'll be quiet as a lamb And I'll act just as dumb, dear As you really think I am Well I can shake your hand like orangutan Be goofy as a clown Clear the streets and book your seats Mr Stupid's back In town Well have you seen me shoot Right through that hoop It's a trick of great renown Bring the crowd and laugh out loud Mr Stupid's back in town When your friends point out you're stuck with A Neanderthal for an ex Don't fret about it, darling I still sign my name on cheques I can grunt my way through questions I can scratch myself and howl I can numb you with my dumbness I can lay it on with a trowel Well I can shake your hand like orangutan Be goofy as a clown Clear the streets and book your seats Mr Stupid's back In town Well have you seen me shoot Right through that hoop It's a trick of great renown Bring the crowd and laugh out loud Mr Stupid's back in town Well Mr Stupid's back in town Oh Mr Stupid's back in town Oh Mr Stupid's back in town Oh on your thirty-seventh birthday When he handed you that mink Did you still feel like a victim With your elbows in the sink? But I've said too much already Now I think I'll step aside 'Cause my alter ego's ready For any questions on your mind I can shake your hand like orangutan Be goofy as a clown Clear the streets and book your seats Mr Stupid's back In town Oh have you seen me shoot Right through that hoop It's a trick of great renown Bring the crowd and laugh out loud Mr Stupid's back in town Hey hey, Mr Stupid's back in town I said Mr Stupid, Mr Stupid's back in town

B-Riff throughout Verses etc

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Out in the desert there's a soldier lying dead Vultures pecking the eyes out of his head Another day that could have been me there instead Nobody loves me here, nobody loves me here

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Dad's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me You hit the booby trap and you're in pieces With every bullet your risk increases Old Ali Baba, he's a different species Nobody loves me here, nobody loves me here Dad's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me

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I'm dead meat in my Humvee Frankenstein

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I hit the road block, somehow I never hit the mine

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The dice rolled and I got lucky this time

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Dad's... gonna kill me

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Dad's... gonna kill me

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I've got a wife, a kid, another on the way I might get home if I can live through today Before I came out here I never used to pray Nobody loves me here, nobody loves me here Dad's gonna kill me Dad's in a bad mood, Dad's got the blues It's someone else's mess that I didn't choose At least we're winning on the Fox Evening News Nobody loves me here, nobody loves me here Dad's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me Dawn Patrol went out and didn't come back Hug the wire and pray like I told you, Mac Or they'll be shovelling bits of you into a sack Dad's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me

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Who's that stranger walking in my dreams? Who's that stranger cast a shadow 'cross my heart? Who's that stranger, I dare speak his name? Must be old death a-walking, must be old death a-walking Dad's gonna kill me Seven muzzle monkeys standing in a row Standing waiting for that sandbox to blow Sitting targets in the wild west show Nobody loves me here, nobody loves me here Dad's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me Another angel got his wings this week Charbroiled with his own Willie Pete Nobody's dying if you speak double-speak Dad's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me

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Dad's........ gonna kill me

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Here my love used to lie Like a pearl by my side Everything sweet, everything so complete Now my love makes her bed Where poppies grow over her head There in a field, there in a field Warm and red as the blood she shed Now everything is poppy-red, poppy-red Everything is poppy-red In loving memory Oh everything is poppy-red, poppy-red Everything is poppy-red The gifts she gave to me In loving memory, memory She said "There's a wind that blows And where it blows from, who knows And if I don't go, I'll never know peace of mind" Now everything's upside down Everything's turned around She was my first, she was my last She was my friend until the end Now everything is poppy-red, poppy-red Everything is poppy-red In loving memory Oh everything is poppy-red, poppy-red Everything is poppy-red The gifts she gave to me In loving memory, memory, memory I'll always see her that way Dressed in the red, white and grey Slowly she turned, slowly she turned Into the rain and walked away Now everything is poppy-red, poppy-red Everything is poppy-red In loving memory Oh everything is poppy-red, poppy-red Everything is poppy-red The gifts she gave to me In loving memory, memory, memory, memory

Oh, one thing always leads to another In life and love they say You got too close and now That boy's gonna make you rue the day You grab his ankles when he flies You catch him when he falls Here's the thing to say to him Before you climb the walls Said shame, shame on you, you bad monkey One day you're up, next day you're down Why do you monkey my heart around? I said shame, shame on you, you bad monkey I'm not coming on the roller coaster with you Well I see your nerves are jangled, honey You're a walking emotional wreck He's dealing you some jokers Off the bottom of the deck He goes from joy to suicide About fifteen times a day Here's the thing to scream out loud From a hundred miles away Said shame, shame on you, you bad monkey One day you're up, next day you're down Why do you monkey my heart around? I said shame, shame on you, you bad monkey I'm not coming on the roller coaster with you Well, where's the joy in a boy who dribbles When he drinks his tea? I've seen better manners from A baby chimpanzee On fairground rides you grip the sides And scream until you're blue You'll be screaming the rest of your life If he gets hold of you I said shame, shame on you, you bad monkey One day you're up, next day you're down Why do you monkey my heart around? I said shame, shame on you, you bad monkey I'm not coming on the roller coaster with you Shame shame shame Shame, shame on you, you bad monkey One day you're up, next day you're down Why do you monkey my heart around? I said shame, shame on you, you bad monkey I'm not coming on the roller coaster with you I said I'm not coming on the roller coaster with you No, no, no, no I'm not coming on the roller coaster with you

Who shook the stars from her eyes? Who shook the stars from her eyes? Who took the shine Made water out of wine And left her alone in the world? Who put a cloak round her soul? Who put a cloak round her soul? Who stole the prize That glittered in her eyes And left her the fool of the world? O Francesca Who's gonna save you now? O Francesca Who's gonna save you now? It takes nerve to put your hand up To risk it all and stand up To the tongue twisters The campaign of whispers Oh who dragged her name through the dirt? Who dragged her name through the dirt? Trampled it down Burned it to the ground Left her the orphan of the world O Francesca Who's gonna save you now? O Francesca Who's gonna save you now? It takes nerve to put your hand up To risk it all and stand up To the tongue twisters The campaign of whispers Oh who laid her down, took her rose? Who laid her down, took her rose? Who took her flower? Now she charges by the hour Left her the whore of the world And left her the whore of the world And left her the whore of the world

When you were a vixen and I was a chump You looked at me like I crawled from a swamp Now things have a different complexion I'm the object of your affection Much as I don't doubt your expertise Find yourself another hunk to squeeze 'Cause it's too late to come fishing Yes it's too late to come fishing Well it's too late, and the fish don't like your bait Tin Pan Ellie better find your way home Tin Pan Ellie better find your way home I know I had the flair, the clothes Made you look right down your nose But now you want to make a new start Oh I'm so touched by your change of heart But my diary's fit to overflow Find yourself some other gigolo 'Cause it's too late to come fishing Yes it's too late to come fishing Well it's too late, the fish don't like your bait Tin Pan Ellie better find your way home Tin Pan Ellie better find your way home Well I've seen your work in that TV sketch Playing poison women is hardly a stretch And you were typecast as a Stone Age charmer In that Darwin docudrama I'd say our time has all but disappeared Just like the shine on your fabulous career 'Cause it's too late to come fishing Yes it's too late to come fishing Well it's too late, the fish don't like your bait Tin Pan Ellie better find your way home Tin Pan Ellie better find your way home Tin Pan Ellie better find your way home

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

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She charmed me from my cocoon

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She eclipsed the sun and the moon

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All of that summer my feet never walked on the earth

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She sang angels to rest She sang angels to rest

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How do you fall when you already fell for the best... ? She had that smile on her face When her thoughts were some other place All that summer my feet never walked on the earth She sang angels to rest She sang angels to rest

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Instrumental chorus

She had that look in her eyes Like she'd seen a ghost in the sky All that summer my feet never walked on the earth She sang angels to rest She sang angels to rest

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How do you fall when you already fell?

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How do you love when your heart isn't well?

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How do you fall when you already fell for the best...?

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

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Johnny's joined a ceilidh band They're known quite well throughout the land: the Drones The Drones are signed up on a cruise While Tracey's laying in the booze back home

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She's got herself another man, a smoothie While the kids are in the front room watching movies

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She's got him in a head lock, in an arm lock, in a jam

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She says, "I can't express myself with my old man"

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While Johnny's far away on the rolling, rolling

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Johnny's far away on the rolling sea Johnny's far away on the rolling, rolling Johnny's far away on the rolling sea

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On the rolling sea, on the rolling sea

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On the rolling sea, on the rolling sea Johnny's cruising out to sea And he believes in chastity - for some The wealthy widows bill and coo He fends off one or two, and then succumbs As they're turning hard-a-port in the Bahamas He's turning her right out of her pyjamas He's turned her every which way to the rhythm of the sea He says, I can't express myself with my old lady While Johnny's far away on the rolling, rolling... Johnny's home, he opens up his door While someone's sneaking out the back And Tracey says, you look so poorly Sores and all, you need to see the quack She wipes the snot from off the kiddies' noses He charms her with eleven battered roses And by and by they get down to the job of man and wife Back to the old comforts of the missionary life While Johnny's far away on the rolling, rolling...

Carrie ran a murderous crew Dedicated through and through And the chance to prove they never squandered And they liked to kill so clean Save the innocent, kill the mean But from time to time a bullet wandered Carrie kept her souvenirs Kept her scrapbook down the years Of her brave boys, how she cried to read it And a few fell by the way Or lost the stomach for the fray So young blood, it was always needed Carrie noticed him right away The way his whole body would sway Like a trawler boy finding his legs ashore They said he was just nineteen A head case but his record was clean Just the kind they were looking for Carrie watched him through the crack As they teased him behind his back They called him Little Joe 'cause he scraped the ceiling And when he was the worse for wear She took him up the stair And soon he fell for her brand of healing She said, I'll lie like a rose on your pillow I will twine the laurel in your hair I want to smell my love on your fingers If you wanna be mine, Little Joe You must harden your mind, Little Joe We've got to fight for what is ours Bring peace to the grave of my brother Bring peace to the grave of my father Dry the old eyes of my mother Little Joe There's a roadblock down the way Thick with soldiers night and day They'll hear the noise all the way to Glengarry If you show you've got the stuff That you're sworn and brave enough Then you'll stand tall in the eyes of your Carrie And I will lie like a rose on your pillow And I will twine the laurel in your hair I want to smell revenge on your fingers Guns are the tongues, Little Joe The only words we know The only sound that'll reach their ears Bring peace to the grave of my brother Bring peace to the grave of my father Dry the old eyes of my mother Little Joe Now Little Joe would've jumped clear But for the awful fear Of scraping his knees down there on the gravel The car was a rolling bomb Blew all to Kingdom Come They marvelled how far his boots had travelled Another hero snatched from my pillow I used to twine the laurel in his hair I want to smell sacrifice on my fingers Guns are the tongues, Little Joe The only words we know The only sound that'll reach their ears Bring peace to the grave of my brother Bring peace to the grave of my father Dry the old eyes of my mother Little Joe Guns are the tongues, Little Joe The only words we know The only sound that'll reach their ears Bring peace to the grave of my brother Bring peace to the grave of my father Dry the old eyes of my mother Little Joe

Tuning: CGDGBE (Drop C/g)

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With you or without you, love, I must be moving

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I never meant to linger here so long

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With you or without you though it breaks my heart

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To hear the sunset song Wasn't that a time we had and bless you for it But I'm a stranger here, I don't belong The bands down on the jetty, if you cup your ear You'll hear the sunset song

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You said, if I held my breath

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Dive down deep enough, I might grow fins

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Seems to me I've held my breath

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Held my breath to please you ever since Early morning, that's the time for fare-thee-wells Slip out of the warm sheets and gone But I want to hear it as I walk along To hear the sunset song In your waking, in your dreams, I won't be martyred On that cross where some say I belong Opinions are coffins, I'll just trust my feet To find the sunset song Every day I'll wear your memory Like a favourite shirt upon my back In the hallway, there's my suitcase By the door, I never did unpack With you or without you, love, I must be moving Never meant to linger here so long With you or without you, though it breaks my heart To hear the sunset song

Richard Thompson : Sweet Warrior
2007

Needle And Thread

I'll Never Give It Up

Take Care The Road You Choose

Mr Stupid

Dad's Gonna Kill Me

Poppy-Red

Bad Monkey

Francesca

Too Late To Come Fishing

She Sang Angels To Rest

Johnny's Far Away

Guns Are The Tongues

Sunset Song

Richard Thompson : Sweet Warrior 2007

Needle And Thread

I'll Never Give It Up

Take Care The Road You Choose

Mr Stupid

Dad's Gonna Kill Me

Poppy-Red

Bad Monkey

Francesca

Too Late To Come Fishing

She Sang Angels To Rest

Johnny's Far Away

Guns Are The Tongues

Sunset Song

Richard Thompson : Sweet Warrior
2007