Herriot Row - The Usual Business

About the time a sailor's heart is turning to the shore
A cross-examined lovers eyes are falling to the floor
About the time a prisoner drifts on a dream beyond the gate
An officer is speeding to some scene a little late

Just the usual business and I'm headed into town
To sing for my cigarettes with a painted frown

Hey Mister High Roller
Can you spare a dollar for a fellow man

About the time a sailor's bride is turning to the sea
Her little girl is dressing for to get into the show for free
The sun is fading out, the neon lights are flickering in
A preacher's premonitions are being drowned out by the din

Just the usual business and I'm headed into town
To sing for my cigarettes with a painted over frown

Hey Mister High Roller
Can you spare a dollar for a fellow man
If you please
You seem in a hell of a rush
No need for pleasantries
And it's a compliment when I say
I can tell by your type of tie
That you make good money

Just the usual business and I'm headed into town
To sing for my cigarettes with a painted frown

Written by:
Simon Comber

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