I've slept under tables and I've played in the rain
I've served at the bar and I've cleaned out the drains
Somethings are certain to give you the blues
Rejected my advances, now I'm gonna shoot through
Wrote you letters and I sent you a friend request,
I guess that I hoped that I had the wrong address
'cause when I approached you that night in the bar
you said nothing about my protestations of love
So I'm leaving tonight, I'll be in Tailem Bend before morning light
Somewhere down the road I'll find some more pride
And try to forget what you said that last night
You interrupted my train of thought with your blue eyes, pigtails and knee high socks
Who would have predicted such a mean streak in you
I just can't stomach the public rebuke
So I'm leaving tonight, I'll be in Tailem Bend before morning light
Somewhere down the road I'll find some more pride
And try to forget what you said that last night
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023