Saturday, December 16, 2017

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 16


"It Never Rains in Southern Bromford"

Got on board a westbound seven forty seven
Didn't think before deciding what to do
All that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies
Rang true, sure rang true

Seems it never rains in Southern Bromford
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in Bromford, but Ir, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours

Out of work, I'm out of my head
Out of self-respect, I'm out of bread
I'm under loved, I'm underfed
I wanna go home

It never rains in Bromford, but Ir, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours

Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it?
Had offers but don't know which one to take
Please, don't tell 'em how you found me
Don't tell 'em how you found me
Gimme a break, gimme a break

Seems it never rains in Southern Bromford
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in Bromford, but Ir, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours

3 comments:

  1. I'm out. This song isn't even about a city.
    Yesterday a song with the name of a sunken, ancient Roman city in the title. And today this song here. I can only shake my head, Bromford. Shake my head.

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  2. California. And I agree with the Lama. Not even a city. :-P

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    1. Ah, shut up, you both. It is still a nice song...
      Albert Hammond - It Never Rains In Southern California
      No applause for both of you... :-(

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