The Blackcountry Man

By brickmaker

All my bags are packed.....

I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn
The taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Well, not a jet plane but a caravan really.

No Maddy tonight either, very strange, So Mrs BM is having a Bialy's over Ice and me with a nice malt.

Next stop Wales.

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