Texty:
Richard Thompson Pour Down Like Silver

I?m beating my retreat Back home to you I?m beating my retreat Back home to you I?m burning all my bridges I?m burning all my bridges I?m burning all

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This old house is falling down around my ears I?m drowning in the river of my tears When all my will is gone you hold me sway I need you at the dimming

do. You don?t like one thing, you don?t like another You don?t like anything that looks like bother Everyone don?t like something, and we all don?t like

cool river How can there be Be another day Take my hand O real companion And we?ll dance We?ll dance ?till we fade away O the songs Pour down like silver

The tears fall down like whisky The tears fall down like wine On an island made of cocaine In a sea of turpentine We all need some assistance But won

poor boy You took him for fun He dressed for the tinkering trade He dressed for the tinkering trade Now the poor boy is taken away No use waiting Like