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 diddn'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.