Fairport Convention - Theodores song

He was an ^Gold broom maker ^GA medicine man ^GOn an old boneshaker Back in ^Cnineteen thirty-nine No ^Ghome to go to ^GJust the open road ^GOxen borne But it ^Cnever, ever showed

Bring me that old wrist^Dwatch ^CFix it, broke-down ^Dman ^CTrust me, I'm the man On me you ^Dcan de^Gpend

^GHe could hold the ocean ^GIn the palm of his hand ^GWhat he calls emotion Let time ^Cslip like grains of sand When the ^Gmusic took him ^GTo the streets in town ^GHe could catch a picture For the ^Cprice of half-a-crown

Bring me that old wrist^Dwatch ^CFix it, broke-down ^Dman ^CTrust me, I'm the man On me you ^Dcan de^Gpend

Oh, bring me that old wrist^Dwatch ^CFix it, broke-down ^Dman ^CTrust me, I'm the man On me you ^Dcan de^Gpend

^GNow his heart was broken ^GOn a wedding day ^GNot a word was spoken 'Cause there was ^Cnothing left to say About ^Ghow he whispered ^GHow he went inside ^GAnd he never kissed her That ^Cday he lost his bride

Bring me that old wrist^Dwatch ^CFix it, broke-down ^Dman ^CTrust me, I'm the man On me you ^Dcan de^Gpend

Oh, bring me that old wrist^Dwatch ^CFix it, broke-down ^Dman ^CTrust me, I'm the man On me you ^Dcan de^Gpen^C#md

Raggle-^Gtaggle gypsy ^GRaggle-taggle mind ^GThat's our world, it saw him As he ^Cwould not be confined It was a ^Gtouch of emotion ^GThat bids his wing ^GThrough the lanes bicycled To a ^Chenhouse where he lived

Bring me that old wrist^Dwatch ^CFix it, broke-down ^Dman ^CTrust me, I'm the man On me you ^Dcan de^Gpend

Oh, bring me that old wrist^Dwatch ^CFix it, broke-down ^Dman ^CTrust me, I'm the man On me you ^Dcan de^Gpend On ^Cme you ^Dcan de^Gpend On ^Cme you ^Dcan de^Gpen^C#md