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http://folkaustralia.com/BernardBolan/ The Old Number 10 - Bernard Bolan
DIn the town that I once called me home, It was early in winter; the evening was F#mchill. Just Ain for the day, and then far off tomorrow, I'd just a few hours to Dkill.
Though I was indifferent, me feet were quite certain
Of just where they wanted to F#mbe: It was Aoff to the Old Number Ten where my friends Would be drinking and waiting for Dme.
I Gfirst had me doubts when the F#mpaint on the outside Was Gno longer peeling and Dold, And a Gsign that said gaily "F#m;Hot lunches served daily" Had the Emblood in me veins running Acold.
CHORUS: G D F#m walk up to B in bass You drinking men at the Old Number Ten,
You Gseem such a Dlong time ago. You Gseem so much different since Dlast time we F#mmet, A walk down to F# walk up to D But maybe it's me; I don't know.
DInto the bar I went, ordered a jar and then Looked for a face from the F#mpast, ButA no one there knew me; the way they looked through me, I might have been made out of glasDs.
I said "I used to come here, you know, years and years ago."
"Well, Sir, it must warm F#myour heart To Asee, how we've changed it and quite rearranged it And got it all looking quite Dsmart.
"IG can tell by your clothes you'F#mre a fella who knows The Gway a good pub should be Drun, With no Gspitting or swearing or F#moverall-wearing Like the Emold days when you used to Acome".
G D F#m walk up to B in bass But you drinking men at the Old Number Ten,
You Gseem such a Dlong time ago. You Gseem so much different since Dlast time we F#mmet, A walk down to F# walk up to D But maybe it's me; I don't know.
With me heart feeling heavy as I was just ready
To finish me Guinness and F#mgo, I saw an Aold face that glistened in the fire that had listened To more tales than you'll ever Dknow.
With the years in between, it was foolish to dream
That he'd ever remember my F#mface, But I Abought him a beer and as I set it down near him, The old man looked up from his Dplace.
&quoGt;By Christ, is it thee?" F#mhe said. "Well, bugger me," he said. G"Champion to see Dthee again! GIsn't it strange how you F#mjust haven't changed?" I said. Em"Neither have you, meA old friend."
G"Is it thee?" F#mhe said. "I'll go to sea" he said. G"Champion to see tDhee again! GIsn't it strange how you F#mjust haven't changed?" I said. Em"Neither have you, myA old friend."
G D F#m walk up to B in bass But you drinking men at the Old Number Ten,
You Gseem such a Dlong time ago. You Gseem so much different since Dlast time we F#mmet, A walk down to F# walk up to D But maybe it's me; I don't know.