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You can t sit there, a pint of ale is his only request, when he goes to meet his god
you can t sit there
Who will mourn and cry for him, tails of death and running blood, it certainly makes you think
his only companion is his dog
You can t sit there, tails of death and running blood
A pint of ale is his only request, this old man with a missing left leg, his only companion is his dog
it certainly makes you think
This old man with a missing left leg, a pint of ale is his only request Hero, his only companion is his dog
His home is a basement just a dirty old room, his only companion is his dog
who will think of the deed he done
he will tell you all about his best friends that died
His only honour is his favourite chair, he will tell you for a drink Hero, poor old man no wonder he cuss
This old man with a missing left leg, he will tell you for a drink
it certainly makes you think
Gone are the days he fought for us, tails of death and running blood
his heat is just an occasional log
who will mourn and cry for him
His only honour is his favourite chair, he will tell you all about his best friends that died
Stranger walks in oi, stranger walks in oi The, you can t sit there
A pint of ale is his only request, a wave to the door man and a nod to me
He will tell you all about his best friends that died, this old man with a missing left leg, his only honour is his favourite chair
Poor old man no wonder he cuss, a pint of ale is his only request, tails of death and running blood
tails of death and running blood
This old man with a missing left leg, he will tell you for a drink
This old man with a missing left leg, all he owns are the medals on his chest
He will tell you for a drink, tails of death and running blood
and who will think of the war s he won
Tails of death and running blood, you can t sit there, his only honour is his favourite chair
Poor old man no wonder he cuss, who will think of the deed he done
Tails of death and running blood, his home is a basement just a dirty old room Hero, a wave to the door man and a nod to me
All he owns are the medals on his chest, when he goes to meet his god
He will tell you all about his best friends that died, and who will think of the war s he won
This old man with a missing left leg, it certainly makes you think Forgotten, poor old man no wonder he cuss
This old man with a missing left leg, who will think of the deed he done
You can t sit there, scruffy as the man living in gloom, who will mourn and cry for him
And who will think of the war s he won, and who will think of the war s he won, and who will think of the war s he won
His only companion is his dog, his home is a basement just a dirty old room, it certainly makes you think
A wave to the door man and a nod to me, scruffy as the man living in gloom
All he owns are the medals on his chest, you can t sit there Skins, who will mourn and cry for him
his only honour is his favourite chair
stranger walks in oi
His only honour is his favourite chair, scruffy as the man living in gloom, his heat is just an occasional log
Who will think of the deed he done, stranger walks in oi Skins, and who will think of the war s he won
gone are the days he fought for us
and who will think of the war s he won
His only companion is his dog, and who will think of the war s he won Hero, his only honour is his favourite chair
His heat is just an occasional log, when he goes to meet his god
It certainly makes you think, his heat is just an occasional log Skins, his only honour is his favourite chair