Acoustic Folk

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I am a roughhouse boy.
I am a tinker’s son.
I have no money saved.
I have one suit of clothes,
Two shillings and some rum.

I’d take a walk with her
If she would walk with me,
I’d change myself into
Who she needs me to be,
I’d take a chance with her
If she’d give me the time,
But she’s too a fine a lady ever to be … mine.

There’ll be no wedding bells.
There’ll be no blushing bride.
There’ll be no singing choirs.
There’ll never come a day
She’ll lay down by my side.

I’d take a ride with her
If she would ride with me.
I’d turn her life around
And set her spirit free.
I’d take a chance with her
If she’d give me the time,
But she’s too a fine a lady ever to be … mine.

I own the sky, but not the land beneath my feet.
I own the future but the past still has me beat.
I own a flame and I can build a blazing fire.
I own I've had a drink and have but one desire …

To have my way with her,
To have her want the same,
To feel my hands on her
As she cries out my name.
I’d take a chance with her
If she’d give me the time,
But she’s too a fine a lady ever to be …
Mine.

(And)
There’ll be no wedding bells.
There’ll be no blushing bride.
There’ll be no singing choirs.
There’ll never come a day
She’ll lay down by my side.

For she’s too a fine a lady ever to be mine.
She’s too a fine a lady ever to be … mine.