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Jimmy Spoons
Mike Harding

Down the long city streets on summer afternoons
There walked an old man, they called him Jimmy Spoons
Time that I remember, me and all the other kids
We followed him the long, long day through

Ch:
Hey Jimmy, won’t you play one more tune
One of those you learned across in France
Hey Jimmy, won’t you give us just one more
Play one so the little kids can dance

Played his old mouth organ and his spoons they beat out time
All the kids they followed him, he didn’t seem to mind
Times I often wondered, why he was just a tramp
And where he went when the long hot day was done

All the medals that he wore shone in the sun
Memories of the trenches, of a war that was long gone
Now he was no soldier, just a dosser out of luck
Living in that hostel on the hill

Somewhere out in France a shell had torn his mind
Left him bent and broken, wearing rags, wearing a smile
What happened in the trenches, in the mud and in the tears
What happened to your life Jimmy Spoons
Down the long city streets, I walk past my old home
I have seen some changes, now that I have grown
Still you hear them singing on a summer’s afternoon
You hear the kids all say to Jimmy Spoons