Old Fitzroy

Old Fitzroy
-Missy Higgins-
I walked in here off the dirty mile
swaggered in with a prison style.
Aching bones and dirty feet;
needing a bed and something to eat.
I played for you and I played it right,
I sang in tune and I danced all night.
I cooked at you as the only one;
I didn't know it could come undone .
I hit the road when I was fifteen,
When my mother died and my dad got mean.
I've been locked up since twenty-one,
I was my mother's only son.
Forgotten most from early days,
But I remember what she used to say,
Little boy you're my pride and joy,
The only good thing about old Fitzroy

I feel the walls are falling down around;
It makes me loathe that town somehow.
I've been drinking all the wrong things all night,
I've been thinking about
what I' ve got to do to survive this life,
this life.

I feel the walls are falling down around;
It makes me loathe that town somehow.
I've been drinking all the wrong things all night,
I've been thinking about
what I've got to do to survive this life,
this life.