He's troubled, yeah he's troubled lord,
The devil won't leave him be
Oh And he's leaving, yeah he's heading lord
Out of my company
Well I saw him drinking just the other a day
In some run down red brick pub
Well I saw a man point to the palm of his hand
Saying the money or I'll take your phone
Well I saw the bailiffs knocking on his door
Looked like they'd knocked before
Because his mother she answered and she started to cry
Saying there's nothing left to take inside
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Well I knew his father what a great old man
Worked every hour god sent
But he died working six to six now he's laying in a paupers grave
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Well his brother what a sweet a young boy
Handsome strong and brave
Well he joined the army not all that's changed
Well the war has sent the boy insane
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