Ronnie Lane and Slim Chance - Anymore For Anymore

late of this parish..it's ironic, fat chance & slim chance,,mean much the same,,enjoy your day out _

Anymore for Anymore (Lane, Lambert)

Hey, won't you come on with me
I hear the neighbor's dogs is barkin'
And soon the country all around him
Will come to look the same
There's a place from where they came

Bring out your goods and chattels
And all your treasures that can travel
I'll fix the wheel and oil the axles
To see another day
We're leaving come what may

Anymore for anymore
Hear those angels cry
But it's not his to sell to me
And it's not mine to buy

Hey, won't you come on with me
I hear the mister's voice is callin'
And soon the country all around me
Will come to look the same
There's a place from where I came

Anymore for anymore
Hear those angels say
But anymore's too much for me
I'm goin' on my way

Pile up the chairs and the table
And put the tinder to the timber
We'll light the night sky
Leave the ember
To fade with yesterday
We're leaving come what may