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A folk song
(Baptiste Legros/Juliette Richards)
And she walked in the street with her guitar on the elbow
When she stopped at the bar and asked if she could sing her sorrow
Only were men staring at her with their pints
But suddenly only she was in their minds
A folk guitar, for the girl in a bar
A folk song, for the man who is wrong
A folk guitar, to sing her despair
A folk song, to tell him to run along
to run along
(Baptiste Legros/Juliette Richards)
And she walked in the street with her guitar on the elbow
When she stopped at the bar and asked if she could sing her sorrow
Only were men staring at her with their pints
But suddenly only she was in their minds
A folk guitar, for the girl in a bar
A folk song, for the man who is wrong
A folk guitar, to sing her despair
A folk song, to tell him to run along
to run along
And the man who was wrong wasn’t in that pub
While she sang to give her soul a good scrub
Only were men who once had been cheating
But not the one who had been breaking...
her heart
A folk guitar, for the girl in a bar
A folk song, for the man who is wrong
A folk guitar, to sing her despair
A folk song, to tell him to run along
to run along
And anyway, she wishes he could hear
Wherever she played he would never be here
Only were men who had done the same
But it would not take away her blame
A folk guitar, for the girl in a bar
While she sang to give her soul a good scrub
Only were men who once had been cheating
But not the one who had been breaking...
her heart
A folk guitar, for the girl in a bar
A folk song, for the man who is wrong
A folk guitar, to sing her despair
A folk song, to tell him to run along
to run along
And anyway, she wishes he could hear
Wherever she played he would never be here
Only were men who had done the same
But it would not take away her blame
A folk guitar, for the girl in a bar
A folk song, for the man who is wrong
A folk guitar, to sing her despair
A folk song, to tell him to run along
to run along
At least it would appease her misery
If only he could see
At least he would regret his choice
If she could prove it with her voice
A folk guitar, to sing her despair
A folk song, to tell him to run along
to run along
At least it would appease her misery
If only he could see
At least he would regret his choice
If she could prove it with her voice
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