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ELVIS COSTELLO lyrics : "Jimmie Standing in the Rain"

Third-Class ticket in his pocket
Punching out the shadows underneath the sockets
Tweed coat turned up against the fog


Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor
Between the very memory

And approaches of war

Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter

Loose change lonely, not the right amount

Forgotten Man of an indifferent nation

Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
The sky is falling

Jimmie's standing in the rain

Nobody wants to buy a counterfeited prairie lullaby in a colliery town

A hip flask and fumbled skein with some stagedoor Josephine is all he'll get now
Eyes going in and out of focus
Mild and bitter from tuberculosis


Forgotten Man
Indifferent nation

Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
The sky is falling

Jimmie's standing in the rain

Her soft breath was gentle on his neck

If he could choose the time to die
Then he would come and go like this
Underneath a painted sky


She woke up and called him "Charlie" by mistake
And then in shame began to cry

Tarnished silver band peals off a phrase
And then warms their hands around the brazier


Forgotten Man
Indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station

Somebody's calling you again
It's finally dawning
Jimmie's standing in the rain


Brilliantine glistening
Your soft plaintive whistling

And your wan wandering smile

Died down at The Hippodrome

Now you're walking off to jeers, the lonely sound of jingling spurs, the "toodle-oos" and "Oh, my dears" down at "The Argyle"

Vile vaudevillians applaud sobriety

There's no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society

Forgotten Man

Indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again

It's finally dawning
Jimmie's standing in the rain

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