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THE OLD CHANGING WAY (Richard Thompson) I'm Darby the tinker and my brother is Tam We go where the work is, me boys, and we work where we can With the mending and fixing it's together we stay Intending our fortunes to try on the old changing way We come to your cities and we call on your wives We'll fix up your kettles, please, dear Missus, we'll sharpen your knives And we always agree that together we'd stay Intending our fortunes to try on the old changing way Fat times, they grew scanty and the money grew thin We worked for a sum but the money, it didn't come in Now brothers are kindred but hard times betray And so we stumbled apart on the old changing way We never agreed to divide our tin And when you're out of love with your brother your hard times begin For despites among (?) brothers, they're shameful to see But don't you trouble along boys, this warning you take from me You must share with your nearest till the end of your days Or else it's forever you'll roam the old changing way Copyright Richard Thompson @gypsy @work @tinker @nostalgia filename[ CHANGWAY JN apr96 |
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