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Richard Thompson 1000 Years Of Popular Music

It's in the evening after dark when the blackleg miner creeps to work, With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt, There goes the blackleg miner. Well,

Ev'ry night when ev'rybody has fun, Here am I sitting all on my own, It won't be long yeh, yeh, It won't be long yeh, yeh, It won't be long yeh, yeh,

I told you why I changed my mind I got bored by playing with time I know you thought you had me nailed Well I've freed my head from your garden rails

I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay Ain't it sad And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me That's too

Now my name is Samuel Hall, Samuel Hall, Samuel Hall Oh my name is Samuel Hall, Samuel Hall Oh my name is Samuel Hall, and I hate you one and all You

So ben mi ch' a bon tempo Al so ma basta mo' So ben ch' e favorito Ahime, no' l posso dir Saluti e baciamani son tutti indarno a fe Passeggia pur chi

Gather round me buddies Hold your glasses high And drink to a fool A crazy fool Who told his baby, goodbye Too late he found out he loves her So much

When I am laid, am laid in earth, may my wrongs create No trouble, no trouble in, in thy breast. When I am laid, am laid in earth, may my wrongs create