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Chorus l
Don’t wear black for me
From love or sympathy
My self-destructive life’s
Been a troubadour’s delight
Verse l
Hoist up a round or three
Drink to clown called destiny
Don’t say a prayer
Never have been a Main Street player
Chorus ll
Don’t bring flowers and wreaths
Choke over memories
My self-destructive life’s
Been a troubadour’s delight
Bridge
Once you were a love to me
Found how warm a home could be
Our feet went on fire
Too indiscreet to be a liar
Verse ll
Set up a round again
Drink it with a smile my friend
Who knows the whole truth
Never believe it without the proof
Chorus lll
Don’t carve a monument
Pay the poor children’s rent
My self-destructive life’s
Been a vagabond’s delight
© 2008 Robert Thomson
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