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SLEEVE NOTES

By Eoghan O’Reilly

 

Down Where the Drunkards Roll

Down Where the Drunkards Roll

(Richard Thompson)

 

See the boys out walking, the boys they look so fine

Dressed up in green velvet, their silver buckles shine

Soon they'll be bleary-eyed under a keg of wine

  Down where the drunkards roll

  Down where the drunkards roll

 

See that lover standing staring at the ground

He's looking for the real thing, lies were all he found

But you can get the real thing, it will only cost a pound

  Down where the drunkards roll

  Down where the drunkards roll

 

There goes a troubled woman, she dreams a troubled dream

She lives out on the highway, she keeps her money clean

Soon she'll be returning to the place where she's the queen

  Down where the drunkards roll

  Down where the drunkards roll

 

You can be a gambler, who never drew a hand

You can be a sailor, never left dry land

You can be Lord Jesus, all the world will understand

  Down where the drunkards roll

  Down where the drunkards roll

 

This is a song I picked up from Scottish singer Ian Strachan when I was a student lodging in his house in Bangor. I particularly remember one pub we went to play in, the Talk of the Town in Aberystwith that certainly fits this title. I’ve been in many such establishments since then, many with an assortment of colourful characters. My late friend John Black always claimed I had a “Dive Detector’ and that you could put me out of the car in any town and I’d be sure to find the roughest, grottiest pub for miles around. For some reason this is also where most live music tends to be found.

I don’t know where Richard Thompson goes drinking if the lads there wear green velvet and silver buckles. Maybe he’s got a New Romantics Detector!