Lyrics Missing You - Christy Moore
In
nineteen
hundred
and
eighty
six
There's
not
much
for
a
chippie
but
swinging
a
pick
And
you
can't
live
on
love,
on
love
alone
So
you
sail
cross
the
ocean,
away
cross
the
foam
To
where
you're
a
Paddy,
a
Biddy
or
a
Mick
Good
for
nothing
but
stacking
a
brick
Your
best
mate's
a
spade
and
he
carries
a
hod
Two
work
horses
heavily
shod
Oh
I'm
missing
you
I'd
give
all
for
the
price
of
a
flight
Oh
I'm
missing
you
Under
Piccadilly's
neon
Who
did
you
murder,
are
you
a
spy?
I'm
just
fond
of
a
drink
helps
me
laugh,
helps
me
cry
So
I
just
drink
red
biddy
for
a
permanent
high
I
laugh
a
lot
less
and
I'll
cry
till
I
die
All
ye
young
people
now
take
my
advice
Before
crossing
the
ocean
you'd
better
think
twice
Cause
you
can't
live
without
love,
without
love
alone
The
proof
is
round
London
in
the
nobody
zone
Where
the
summer
is
fine,
but
the
winter's
a
fridge
Wrapped
up
in
old
cardboard
under
Charing
Cross
Bridge
And
I'll
never
go
home
now
because
of
the
shame
Of
misfit's
reflection
in
a
shop
window
pane
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