Traditional Style | Joe Wilkes

From forthcoming Album: Hope In My Chest, Fire In My Throat
Traditional Style
I remember when I was just half a man
Dreamt of blue oceans, desert sands
But I spoke to soon about my plans

Now the rain is hard on my skin
As a young boy I danced like a flea
And round me the grass grew wild and free
The wonder of it all, was it was for me

O the flowers and trees were a-blessing
As a teenager I reached the stage
I had to earn a daily wage
My mother told me to pay my way

My care free years had ended
Well I moved to the city, where fortune did play
I stuffed in my pocket, so it wouldn’t go astray
A tin of tobacco, and a pipe made of clay
And I watched all the people pass by
I sat there and wondered, about my fate
I hoped all would be perfect and great
I didn’t think the Devil would pull his weight

And leave me so regretful
Jack was the foreman that everyone feared
I was the one that just up and reared
The end is not far but for him it was near

And spring is a tragic time of year
The rain came early, the wind was afraid
It tore the tree tops and vexed the old maid
And down in the square I heard them all say

That I killed a man in cold blood
Jack was never meant to survive
He didn’t flinch, just twisted a smile
When I folded the blade in traditional style
And remarked upon the strange weather
There was hope in my chest, fire in my throat
I broke the chains and swam the moat
I crossed the ocean in a fishing boat

I was an international outlaw
I met a girl her name was Emma
We said we’d spend our lives together
But in the end we just couldn’t be bothered

And all’s forgiven in time
I met another and we had kids
Doreen, Gladis, Harry and Sid
But we never did as the neighbours did

And after a while went our separate ways
I never liked doing what I was told
The streets that I trod weren’t paved with gold
Once I was young, now I’m getting old
But I don’t regret more than I should
Forty years passed as if in a day
My wives they all slipped slowly away
Not forgetting my fortune, so now they all say

I’m drinking too much in the morning
All in all it hasn’t been bad
But it hasn’t been good either in fact
If death comes quick, I’d prefer it like that

An’ I’ll meet the good lord in the evening

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I could watch this 3000 times.

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Mon cher Joe, Je profite pour te souhaiter une belle année 2023... Ta vidéo est apparue dans mon fil YT étant abonnée à ta chaîne et je suis heureuse d'être la première à te mettre un 👍🏻 et un commentaire 👏🏼 😘😘