Jolly Bob från aberdeen - Lasse Dahlquist

There is a place that I used to go Given it's name by the buffalo Filled me up and eased my pain Washed my soul without the rain Oh Aberdeen, you've been calling to me Calling me to make my way back home To that cool summer breeze And those old evergreens The only place to rest my weary bones Soon I will go and free my heart To that sage and stone beneath the stars Clear my mind and float my soul To lay down all my sorrows Oh Aberdeen, you've been calling to me Calling me to make my way back home To that cool summer breeze And those old evergreens The only place to rest my weary bones

One, two One, two, one, two, three She was an alcoholic artist With too much makeup 'round her eyes And I never knew her real name She was a sunbeam wrapped in lies But I love her and I'm sorry And that's all there is to say It's like a fairy from the ancient time And I hope it, I hope it stays that way, oh yeah And when I woke up on your kitchen floor With a headache made in hell And the flowers that I gave you Smiled at me from the window pane Then I thought I must be crazy 'Cause I'm feeling kinda good And then when Satan helped me up again It was then I, it was then I understood Oh yeah, alright, oh yeah Oh, well, I was never meant to be the good boy I was never meant to go to school Well, it's guys like me who get somewhere 'Cause everybody pity a fool Now it's payback for the rainy days Now it's no more me and you Well, I got mine, you got yours, babe Oh, now it's payback, now it's me against the world Oh yeah, alright Babe, it was the last time I forgave you Oh, it was the last time I forgave you Babe, it was the last time I forgave you Oh, it was the last time I forgave you Babe, it was the last time I forgave you Babe, it was the last time I forgave you Oh, it was the last time I forgave you Oh, it was the last time, oh yeah

I've been trying real hard To, to realize But some things take a long long Long long time (a long time) Hold the phone Hit repeat Got me foaming at the knees Saw the flame, tasted sin You burned me once again Cut the cord, she's a creep ABERDEEN Way back way back way back Never saw my dark side In, in your eyes Back and forth bloody fingers Painting up the sky The sky Hold the phone Hit repeat Got me foaming at the knees Saw the flame, tasted sin You burned me once again Cut the cord, she's a creep ABERDEEN Way back way back way back Hold the phone Hit repeat Got me foaming at the knees Saw the flame, tasted sin You burned me once again Cut the cord, she's a creep ABERDEEN Way back way back way back

I was over in Aberdeen On my way to New Orlean I was over in Aberdeen On my way to New Orlean Them Aberdeen women told me Will buy my gasoline Hey, two little women That I ain't ever seen They has two little women That I ain't never seen These two little women Just from New Orlean Ooh, sittin' down in Aberdeen With New Orlean on my mind I'm sittin' down in Aberdeen With New Orlean on my mind Well, I believe them Aberdeen women Gonna make me lose my mind, yeah Aber-deen is my home But the mens don't want me around Aberdeen is my home But the men don't want me around They know I will take these women An take them outta town Listen, you Aberdeen women You know I ain't got no dime Oh-oh listen you women You know'd I ain't got no dime They been had the po' boy All up and down.

Koss va' det vimmlar av segel i dag "är det kappsegling?" "Nej, det är Lördag!" "Ja vesst då förstår jag vart pojkarna ska" "Dom har enna som ledigt i dag" Nä där seglar Kålle med kubben på svaj "Hej på dej du! Hur har du det själv då?" "Jo det är tjo vad det veftar" "Kom med om du vill" "Du vet la var vi legger till? De' ä' dans på Brännö brygga En gammal och kär tradition Fullt med publik och trevlig musik Ja vad var en vals utan dragspelets ton? Och en dans på Brännö brygga Är för många ett stort äventyr Där är glädje och fest Se där ute i väst blinkar Vinga fyr Från Vinga sand Hörs in till land Blandat med dragspelslåt Dunket av en feskebåt Dansen den går Hjärtat det slår Slår för en liten vänn Och för Bohuslän Från Vinga sand Hörs in till land Blandat med dragspelslåt Dunket av en feskebåt Dansen den går Hjärtat det slår Slår för en liten vänn Och för Bohuslän