Long Long Road
Cockersdale (Marsden?)

I’m gonna live in a tumbledown shack
at the end of a long, long road
With a porch at the front and a barn at the back
And bees, when I grow old

And you better have something well worth sayin’
if ever you come to call
For if you’ve got leaflets all about prayin'
Well you’re gonna have a damn long haul

And I’m gonna fix that tumbledown shack
to keep out the wind and rain
So I’ll be busy in my barn at the back
with the circular saw and plane

And if I remember to unlock the gate
For you when you arrive
You can do something useful while you wait
And you better bring a four-wheel drive

No TV, Hoover, microwave
Or any other useless thing
And I’ll decide when I bath and shave
In the autumn or the spring

And I won’t have a phone and I won’t have a fax
Nor a box for the postman’s mail
And I’m not gonna pay my council tax
Till they threaten that I’m going to jail

I’ll stretch and yawn at the break of dawn
And rise up feelin’ good
And there I’ll stand with a beer in my hand
Doing Tai Chi in the nude.

And I’m gonna hammer an old [pile ups]*
Whenever I go to town
And it’s gonna be the rustiest pickup truck
that anybody’s seen around

I’ll build me a still at the foot of the hill
Let the smoke curl up to the sky
And there I‘ll sit and drink my fill
Distilled from wheat and rye.

And I’ll have a stash of bootleg booze
To last till my dying day
And I’ll smoke that wacky ‘bacca they use
And blow myself away (Yeah)

I’m gonna live in a tumbledown shack
At the end of a long long road
And you’ll all be welcome if you don’t come back
And if you pay me the money I’m owed

So fare you well my little love
Fare you well my dear
And if ever I return again
It’ll be ten thousand years (yeah)


don't get that one phrase. (I'm gonna hammer .....)

Blessings
Barbara