Pogues Down All The Days текст песни, слова песни Down All The Days Pogues
Pogues - Down All The Days
Now he's a man of renown from Dingle to Down
I type with me toes
Suck stout through me nose
And where it's gonna end
God only knows
Down all the days
The tap-tap-tapping
Of the typewriter pays
The gentle rattling
Of the drays
Down all the days
I have often had to depend upon
The kindness of strangers
But I've never been asked
And I never replied
If I supported Glasgow Rangers
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