John Lee

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John Lee - Fairport Convention
Written by：Dave Swarbrick
John Lee your headache's growing the cold wind's blowing
But the sea's without a ripple
John Lee your forehead's damp your muscles cramp
And the sea can't use a cripple
John Lee you're turning around your plate again
Oh John Lee
John Lee you're turning around your plate again
Oh John Lee
John Lee's been made a freeman his heart's a seaman
But his flesh won't make a sailor
Working in a big hotel waiting for the bell
That's ringing for his labour
John Lee you're turning around your plate again
Oh John Lee
John Lee you're turning around your plate again
Oh John Lee
John Lee your chances are good you better touch wood
We think things must get better
John Lee you've a friend so true she wants to
Help you
Miss keyes has sent a letter
John Lee you're turning around your plate again
Oh John Lee
John Lee you're turning around your plate again
Oh John Lee
Dear John come and work the glen just write me
When
And I'll send someone to meet you
John's gone to where he started from he's not worked
Long just beginning to belong
It hasn't been a very good day the missus wants
To halve my pay
Close the door and douse the light it's quiet at
Night when she's tucked in tight
Sometimes I feel when they're all in bed it's almost
Like the whole world's dead
So I lay me down to sleep I pray thee
Lord my soul to keep
John Lee you're turning around your plate again
Oh John Lee
John Lee you're turning around your plate again
Oh John Lee
John Lee you're turning around your plate again
Oh John Lee
John Lee you're turning around your plate again
Oh John Lee