1.Blind Prayer
(Rod Stewart)
I was born and raised the only son of a lawyer
till I was approximately the age of four or perhaps five
I lost both my mother and my father
Killed in a fire way up on the fourteenth floor
Struck down by the time I was ten by an illness
which robbed me of the sight of the morning sunAnd that ain't
all
A homeless child for the next five years
with my dog Clown by my side and my only friend Yeah, yeah,
yeah.
I fought my way through schoolSound and touch the thing on which
I could depend
And you know what the, the, the kids down my street weren't too
playful
And right then it seemed like the whole world picked on meAnd ah
yeah
I worked my fingers to the boneStretchin' hide for a boot man in
Jersey Town
But then, but then I lost the last thing I had
When fate reared its ugly head and took my dog Clown
I wandered way up north found a girl that loved like a woman
Sixteen years old and felt like a woman
But, but, but, but, but what I'm trying to say is
God please don't take her away from meI lost everything that I
ever had
you kicked my name into the dirtTread my name into the dirt yeah
I lost everything that I ever had you kicked my name into the
dirt
What could I do I never knew how much love could hurt me
But it never ever come my way beforeNo, no, no, no, no
I never knew how much love could hurt me
Good God it ain't never come my way before
Oh but, but you know what I'm trying to sayreally what I'm
trying to say is
God please don't take her away from meAh turn it down
I lost everything that I ever had you kicked my name into the
dirt
You got a lotta lotta lost everything that I ever had ever had
2.An Old Raincoat Won't Ever Let You Down
(Rod Stewart)
Did you ever stand and shiver while looking at a freezing river
Have you froze to the bone with just a coat to keep you warm
to keep you from a howlin' wind to keep you from a howlin'
windNow listen
Have you perished in the drizzling rain
Tried to light ... a lift but all in vainWith your sock on your
head
and that old coat on your backto keep you from the drizzlin'
rain
oh to keep you from the drizzlin' rainGoodbyeOne more time
Did you sleep in a graveyard when it snowedLaid your head on a
.....
With the Times on your face and that old coat on your back
That kept you from a-withering away good God
It just kept you from a-withering awayI know
And did you ride a lift on a steam trainNow listen
Had the misfortune not to pay your fareThrown off the next stop
Thrown in the doorway of a shopWith that coat to keep you from
the wind
Oh that old school coat to keep you from the windAnd that ain't
all
Have you had some good friends on the road with ya
who'd stand by you through thick and thinHere's to Kevin and
Ben, Susie and Len
And that coat which never lets you downIt never, never, never
lets you down
It never, never, never lets you downThat old coat which never
lets you down
That old coat which never lets you down Kept me from the
drizzlin' rain
And oh, kept me from the drizzlin' rain
3.Handbags and Gladrags
(Michael D'Abo)
Ever seen a blind man cross the road
trying to make the other sideEver seen a young girl growing old
trying to make herself a bride So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you ofThe handbags and the
gladrags
That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buyBabyOnce I was a
young man
and all I thought I had to do was smileYou are still a young
girl
and you bought everything in styleListenBut once you think
you're in you're out
'cause you don't mean a single thing withoutthe handbags and the
gladrags
that your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy
Sing a song of six-pence for your sakeAnd take a bottle full of
rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cakeAnd bake them all in a pie
They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all awaythe handbags and
the gladrags
that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy
They told me you missed school todaySo I suggest you just throw
them all away
the handbags and the gladragsthat your poor old Granddad had to
sweat to buy ya
4.Street Fighting Man
(Mick Jagger ／ Keith Richards)
Everywhere I hear the sound
of marching, charging feet boy'Cause the summer's here
and the time is right for fighting in the street boyHey think
the time is right
for a palace revolutionWhere I live the game to play
is just to compromise my solutionWhat can a poor boy do
except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band'Cause you see bein'
London town
there's just no other place for a street fighting man
Hey did I tell you that my name was called disturbanceAnd I'll
shout and scream
and I'll kill the king and I'll rail at all his servantsWhat can
a poor boy do
except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band'Cause you see bein'
London town
there's just no place for a street fighting manEverywhere I hear
the sound
of marching, charging feet boy'Cause the summer's here
and the time is right for fighting in the street boyWhat can a
poor boy do
except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band'Cause you see bein'
London town
there's just no other place for a street fighting man
5.Cindy's Lament
(Rod Stewart)
Listen hereYou don't have to love me always Cindy
You don't need to see me every day of the week
You don't have to notice my brand new shoes
But please, please say hello some timeYou know I've tried to
impress you Cindy
I even lent ya my library book
I guess you forgot, good God you soon forgot it woman
I don't mind but please say hello some time
And your mother she can't stand my faceAnd your brother keeps me
from your door
But I'll stay around yes I'll stay around honey
I'll even watch over your garden fence
I've watched your friends Cindy laugh in my face
But I won't apologize for the way that I am
If only they knew baby, yes if only they knew
that you've already spent one night with me honey
6.Dirty Old Town
(Ewan McColl)
Found my love by the gaswork croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canalKissed my girl by the factory
wall
Dirty old town, dirty old townI heard a siren from the dock
Saw a train set the night on fireSmelled the spring on the
sulfured wind
Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old townWe're goin' to take a
good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fireAnd we'll chop you down like
an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old townDirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old
town
And oh we'll chop you downOh, dirty, dirty, dirty old town
Dirty old town, dirty old townAnd oh whoa-oh dirty old town
Chop you down one of these days
7.Man Of Constant Sorrow
(traditional, arr. by Rod Stewart)
I am a man of constant sorrowI've seen trouble all my days
I'll say goodbye to ColoradoWhere I was born and prob'ly raised
Your mother says I am a strangerMy face you'll never see no more
But there's one promise darlingI'll see you on God's golden
shore
Through this open world I'm about to rambleThrough ice, snow,
sleet and rain
I am about to rob the mornin' railroadPerhaps I'll die on that
train
I'm goin' back to ColoradoPlace that I started from
If I'd knowed how bad you'd treat meHoney I never would have
come
| 
