Jimmie Standing In the Rain
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โฑ๏ธ 4:15 duration
๐ ID: 4153860
๐ Lyrics
Third-Class ticket in his pocket
Punching out the shadows underneath the sockets
Tweed coat turned up against the fog
Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor
Between the very memory
And approaches of war
Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter
Loose change lonely, not the right amount
Forgotten Man of an indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
The sky is falling
Jimmie's standing in the rain
Nobody wants to buy a counterfeited prairie lullaby in a colliery town
A hip flask and fumbled skein with some stagedoor Josephine is all he'll get now
Eyes going in and out of focus
Mild and bitter from tuberculosis
Forgotten Man
Indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
The sky is falling
Jimmie's standing in the rain
Her soft breath was gentle on his neck
If he could choose the time to die
Then he would come and go like this
Underneath a painted sky
She woke up and called him "Charlie" by mistake
And then in shame began to cry
Tarnished silver band peals off a phrase
And then warms their hands around the brazier
Forgotten Man
Indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
It's finally dawning
Jimmie's standing in the rain
Brilliantine glistening
Your soft plaintive whistling
And your wan wandering smile
Died down at The Hippodrome
Now you're walking off to jeers, the lonely sound of jingling spurs, the "toodle-oos" and "Oh, my dears" down at "The Argyle"
Vile vaudevillians applaud sobriety
There's no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society
Forgotten Man
Indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
It's finally dawning
Jimmie's standing in the rain
Punching out the shadows underneath the sockets
Tweed coat turned up against the fog
Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor
Between the very memory
And approaches of war
Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter
Loose change lonely, not the right amount
Forgotten Man of an indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
The sky is falling
Jimmie's standing in the rain
Nobody wants to buy a counterfeited prairie lullaby in a colliery town
A hip flask and fumbled skein with some stagedoor Josephine is all he'll get now
Eyes going in and out of focus
Mild and bitter from tuberculosis
Forgotten Man
Indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
The sky is falling
Jimmie's standing in the rain
Her soft breath was gentle on his neck
If he could choose the time to die
Then he would come and go like this
Underneath a painted sky
She woke up and called him "Charlie" by mistake
And then in shame began to cry
Tarnished silver band peals off a phrase
And then warms their hands around the brazier
Forgotten Man
Indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
It's finally dawning
Jimmie's standing in the rain
Brilliantine glistening
Your soft plaintive whistling
And your wan wandering smile
Died down at The Hippodrome
Now you're walking off to jeers, the lonely sound of jingling spurs, the "toodle-oos" and "Oh, my dears" down at "The Argyle"
Vile vaudevillians applaud sobriety
There's no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society
Forgotten Man
Indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
It's finally dawning
Jimmie's standing in the rain
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.74] Third-Class ticket in his pocket
[00:08.31] Punching out the shadows underneath the sockets
[00:11.57] Tweed coat turned up against the fog
[00:15.21] Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor
[00:17.72] Between the very memory
[00:20.05] And approaches of war
[00:24.04] Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter
[00:27.51] Loose change lonely, not the right amount
[00:31.55] Forgotten Man of an indifferent nation
[00:36.08] Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
[00:41.03] Somebody's calling you again
[00:44.36] The sky is falling
[00:46.15] Jimmie's standing in the rain
[00:51.39] Nobody wants to buy a counterfeited prairie lullaby in a colliery town
[01:00.22] A hip flask and fumbled skein with some stagedoor Josephine is all he'll get now
[01:09.36] Eyes going in and out of focus
[01:12.67] Mild and bitter from tuberculosis
[01:15.85] Forgotten Man
[01:18.86] Indifferent nation
[01:20.81] Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
[01:25.17] Somebody's calling you again
[01:29.03] The sky is falling
[01:31.40] Jimmie's standing in the rain
[01:41.17] Her soft breath was gentle on his neck
[01:45.25] If he could choose the time to die
[01:49.92] Then he would come and go like this
[01:55.80] Underneath a painted sky
[02:00.65] She woke up and called him "Charlie" by mistake
[02:05.51] And then in shame began to cry
[02:10.27] Tarnished silver band peals off a phrase
[02:15.01] And then warms their hands around the brazier
[02:20.56] Forgotten Man
[02:22.38] Indifferent nation
[02:24.99] Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
[02:29.37] Somebody's calling you again
[02:32.91] It's finally dawning
[02:34.83] Jimmie's standing in the rain
[02:45.41] Brilliantine glistening
[02:49.41] Your soft plaintive whistling
[02:53.18] And your wan wandering smile
[02:59.00] Died down at The Hippodrome
[03:02.15] Now you're walking off to jeers, the lonely sound of jingling spurs, the "toodle-oos" and "Oh, my dears" down at "The Argyle"
[03:18.05] Vile vaudevillians applaud sobriety
[03:21.95] There's no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society
[03:26.75] Forgotten Man
[03:28.98] Indifferent nation
[03:31.22] Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
[03:36.02] Somebody's calling you again
[03:39.93] It's finally dawning
[03:41.48] Jimmie's standing in the rain
[03:45.03]
[00:08.31] Punching out the shadows underneath the sockets
[00:11.57] Tweed coat turned up against the fog
[00:15.21] Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor
[00:17.72] Between the very memory
[00:20.05] And approaches of war
[00:24.04] Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter
[00:27.51] Loose change lonely, not the right amount
[00:31.55] Forgotten Man of an indifferent nation
[00:36.08] Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
[00:41.03] Somebody's calling you again
[00:44.36] The sky is falling
[00:46.15] Jimmie's standing in the rain
[00:51.39] Nobody wants to buy a counterfeited prairie lullaby in a colliery town
[01:00.22] A hip flask and fumbled skein with some stagedoor Josephine is all he'll get now
[01:09.36] Eyes going in and out of focus
[01:12.67] Mild and bitter from tuberculosis
[01:15.85] Forgotten Man
[01:18.86] Indifferent nation
[01:20.81] Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
[01:25.17] Somebody's calling you again
[01:29.03] The sky is falling
[01:31.40] Jimmie's standing in the rain
[01:41.17] Her soft breath was gentle on his neck
[01:45.25] If he could choose the time to die
[01:49.92] Then he would come and go like this
[01:55.80] Underneath a painted sky
[02:00.65] She woke up and called him "Charlie" by mistake
[02:05.51] And then in shame began to cry
[02:10.27] Tarnished silver band peals off a phrase
[02:15.01] And then warms their hands around the brazier
[02:20.56] Forgotten Man
[02:22.38] Indifferent nation
[02:24.99] Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
[02:29.37] Somebody's calling you again
[02:32.91] It's finally dawning
[02:34.83] Jimmie's standing in the rain
[02:45.41] Brilliantine glistening
[02:49.41] Your soft plaintive whistling
[02:53.18] And your wan wandering smile
[02:59.00] Died down at The Hippodrome
[03:02.15] Now you're walking off to jeers, the lonely sound of jingling spurs, the "toodle-oos" and "Oh, my dears" down at "The Argyle"
[03:18.05] Vile vaudevillians applaud sobriety
[03:21.95] There's no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society
[03:26.75] Forgotten Man
[03:28.98] Indifferent nation
[03:31.22] Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
[03:36.02] Somebody's calling you again
[03:39.93] It's finally dawning
[03:41.48] Jimmie's standing in the rain
[03:45.03]