Warm Vancouver Rains
Oh carry me to California
It's my farewell and time to move along
I fell in love with Old Vancouver
Someday she'll reach for me and I'll be gone
When the liquors good down goes the whiskey
The only way I know to mend this cowboy's pride
So freight train blow your lonesome whistle
And sing for me that Hobo Bills Last Ride
Chorus:
And Lord Oh how I miss the girl from London
And how I miss those kisses I love best
The taste of wine that night and her affection
Haunt me taunt me in these warm Vancouver rains
Narrate:
You know it's hard sometimes for a man to face the truth
about how he manhandled yesterday where he's at right now
and where he's headed tomorrow
If only I'd a listenned an little more perhaps she'd
still be with me now
We'll I guess come next summer I'll hock this old guitar of mine,
for a train ticket home, get me a job in the mines, save my money
and buy myself and brand new pick up truck
who knows she may take this old guitar picker back
In the meantime well it's another town a different girl
and the same old song
Chorus: End.
poem by Paul Henry Dallaire
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