Lyrics At the Depot - Rory Gallagher
Well,
I′m
hanging
round
the
depot
boys,
Trying
to
get
a
job,
I'm
so
sick
and
tired
of
being
laid
off.
No
silver
lining,
no
rainbow′s
end,
Bills
in
my
mail-box,
that's
all
they
ever
send,
All
they
ever
send.
Well,
I'm
hanging
round
the
corner,
boys,
Holding
up
the
well,
Feeling
kinda
sloppy,
waiting
for
a
call.
Running
out
of
patience,
running
out
of
cool,
Don′t
turn
on
the
radio,
I
don′t
want
to
hear
the
news,
Don't
want
to
hear
the
news.
Yeah...
Well,
you
sure
look
good,
Baby,
sure
look
neat,
Sure
make
sense
from
your
head
to
your
feet.
You
don′t
want
to
know
me
now,
But
you're
gonna
change
your
mind,
I′m
going
to
Fat
City,
gonna
do
things
in
style.
Well,
you
sure
look
good,
Baby,
sure
look
neat,
Making
all
the
ice
melt
when
you
walk
down
the
street.
You
don't
want
to
know
me
now,
But
you′re
gonna
change
your
mind,
I'm
going
to
Fat
City,
gonna
do
things
in
style.
Yeahhh...
Well,
my
motor
won't
run
men,
I′m
sure
it′s
on
the
blink,
Ain't
had
no
gasoline
since
God
knows
when.
I′m
waiting
for
that
woman,
ain't
she
ever
gonna
show?
Don′t
keep
me
waiting,
I
got
some
place
else
to
go,
Some
place
else
to
go.
Well,
I'm
hanging
round
the
depot,
boys,
Can′t
get
a
job,
I'm
so
sick
and
tired
of
being
laid
off.
No
silver
lining,
no
rainbow's
end,
Blues
in
my
mail-box.
that′s
all
they
ever
send,
All
they
ever
send,
All
they
ever
send.
Yeahhhhh...
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