Old Fitzroy

I walked in here off the dirty mile
Swaggered in with a prison style
Aching bones and dirty feet;
Needing a bed and something to eat
I played for you and I played it right
I sang in tune and I danced all night
I cooked at you as the only one;
I didn’t know it could come undone
I hit the road when I was fifteen
When my mother died and my dad got mean
I’ve been locked up since twenty-one
I was my mother’s only son
Forgotten most from early days
But I remember what she used to say:
«Little boy you’re my pride and joy
The only good thing about old Fitzroy»
I feel the walls are falling down around;
It makes me loathe that town somehow
I’ve been drinking all the wrong
Things all night
I’ve been thinking about what
I’ve got to do to survive this life