They come from the farms and the factories too
And they all soon forget who they are
The cares of today are soon washed away as they sit at a stool by a bar
The girl with green eyes nd the rolling stone shirt doesn′t look like she works on the lamb
And the man on the end is a very good friend of a man who sells corsican ram
Down at the Red rose cafe, in the harbour

Writer(s): Pierre Kartner<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com