A Motherwell Romance
Wanting life easy but living it hard
Dons his sick kilt and has one for the road
Gone to repeat the story he’s been told
In the bar where he hasn’t been barred.
Scotland is playing, they’ll win or they’ll lose
He orders a pint, the fifth of the night
Loneliness fades and the world becomes right
An amber-flecked al...
Tuesday 26th March 2019 1:52 pm
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