Waid Anchors - Regular Waid Anchor

My lady she is waiting, for her man to come back from sea
Her heart it burns, for him
Like that wee chippy
Well she might be like a goujon
She's crispy, she's battered she's beat
Working hard on a family farm, for insufficient meat

But in her dreams she's carting
Her man is there, to ground her
In stormy weather, he keeps her tethered
He's a regular Waid Anchor

Well I'm waiting on my husband
Coming back from sea
He's a gambling sorta man, got blood on his blue jeans
Well he ain't no Charlie Bronson
No Eastwood, no Norris, or Dean
He's a Rock and Roller, short man disorder, been like that since 18

But in my dreams, we're carting
Dance all night, to Samba
We're buck-to-buck, in a pickup truck
He's my regular Waid Anchor

Well I might not be famous
I'm a drunk, a droll, a chancer
I'm the sweetest guy, a cherry pie
I'm your Regular Waid Anchor

I'm the sweetest guy
Cherry pie
I'm your Regular old Waid Anchor

(Take it away now boy take it away)

Written by:
Joshua Urquhart

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