Second Hand Sam's Lyrics

Cages cover shop front windows

Street dust coloured tenement rows

Traffic stench held head high

City gent looking up at the sky

Old man helps an older man still

For the millionth time to the top of the hill

And all hope of getting out of here went

When the price of drink matched last month's rent

And while black vinyl cracked out sixties melodies

You could feel the sense of brotherhood in these long neglected streets

So lean on me while you still can and, together, we will drink till we no longer feel the sorrow

If the money should run dry then we'll just sell our last tomorrows

To Second Hand Sam

Down at Second Hand Sam's

Ripples of rain sweep the streets

Children playing with the rain with their feet

A face says failed while wistful eyes

Watch a smoking trail from a 'plane in the sky

Peeling paint covers the walls

That hold a stained glass saint against the old church hall

Proud woman stoops to keep the clean close clean

On the hill that would kill for the Jute City scene

As if some twisted God were laughing at this hill

You can almost touch the landscape that inspires the poet still

So lean on me while you still can and, together, we will drink 'til we no longer feel the sorrow

If the money should run dry then we'll just sell our last tomorrows

To Second Hand Sam

Down at Second Hand Sam's