Okay, so this is what I have: Don't Play Me Your Concertina by Les Barker It isn't easy, they think it strange When I try to explain how I feel When I try to describe Friday nights at the Sun They don't believe me All that I see is a fiddler or two, a bloke who sings songs about mines, A ??? from Devon and you I don't know ???? You're all deranged Couldn't spend half my life playing reels And to have each one sound like the previous one Did I choose boredom? Scrape ???? without much of a clue And no sense of rhythm at all I don't want to hear this, thank you Don't play me your concertina, the one Uncle Trevor left you The Sun on Fridays, where no one listens 'Cept down the highway and from distance And as for fortune and as for fame I trust you're not holding your breath And don't play me that world stuff on some kind of lyre No folk just fusions, let's clear the confusion No Morris for me Those dancers are here all the time A long way from [sobriety]??? Don't play me your concertina, the one Uncle Trevor left you The Sun on Fridays, where no one listens 'Cept down the highway and from distance Bridge: It won't hurt too much to hear no more from the bloke with the didgeridoo But will you promise, too, that not one single note is henceforth heard from you? Don't play me your concertina, the one Uncle Trevor left you The Sun on Fridays, where no one listens 'Cept down the highway and from distance Don't play me your concertina PLEASE! And this is the Youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fZA54vn5iY
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