Richard Thompson - Salford Sunday Lyrics

Salford Sunday, skies are weeping
Dawn is creeping through the blind
Salford Sunday and I'm aching
For the night I left behind.

Salford Sunday, morning after
Bass drum beating in my head
Sunday papers talking scandal
On the cold side of the bed

Chorus:
For I left a weeping willow
She should be lying on my pillow
If I wasn't such a hard nose
Such a perfect waste of time!

Salford Sunday and I'm dreaming
And it's all in black and white
I do better, when I'm dreaming
Better that I did last night!

Salford Sunday and I'm walking
Though the rain is pelting down
There's a train goes back to London
I hate to leave this ugly town

Chorus:
For I left a weeping willow
She should be lying on my pillow
If I wasn't such a hard nose
Such a perfect waste of time!

Salford Sunday, skies are weeping
Dawn is creeping through the blind
Salford Sunday and I'm aching
For the night I left behind
For the nights I left behind!

Thanks to VDUchile for correcting these lyrics
 

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