Jean has never been alone on the road far from home and it feels odd oh
And the days are cold


He's looking like a shaggy ghost 'cause he knows he'll be toast if they find out oh
He needs nine stouts now


So he's drinking like a fish on Tuesday
she don't know why she doesn't do what her daddy told
She can't fold the map she holds


Mama's always frightened her boy won't come home
Now he's in the pub catching a bloody nose


A man tells her gently ?there are more things to see?
She says ?No, thank you that's all fine by me?