G F G Am G F G [Verse]F G Am Little did I think when the judge first spokeG F G Those awful words to meF G Am That I would feel again the cold winds blowG F G Em And a heart would beat in 'Babbacombe' Lee [Verse]Am C I was born to lead a life of sorrowAm Em Friends hang their heads in shameG F G Am Growing tired and weary of the morrowG F G Tortured by my terrible name [Verse]F G Am When I was fifteen, my father called to meG F G Saying, "Now you are a man and all men workF G Am There's a lady and they say her name's Miss KeyesG F G Em Her pony's very old, it needs a nurse" [Verse]Am C For eighteen months I worked for her at Hadley GlenAm Em She was like a mother to meAm C But time goes slowly when you're thinking wishfullyAm G Of all the other places to be [Verse]F G Am There were boats drifting in the harbourG F G There were sailors talking in the townF G Am That's the life for a boy who wants to wanderG F G For a man who doesn't want to settle down
Little Did I Think
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