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Strangeway Prison Blues.

Glyn Roberts

Monday, February 1st, 2010

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Well here I’m stuck in Strangeways
no sign of early parole
my lawyer is a liar
he’s the man that went and stole
all of my legal aid, it’s what an educated man can do
and now I’m here in Strangeways
no way I can be with you.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 But listen to my story
I tell you no lie
the thing that I am missing
it can’t have passed you by
it is the League Cup semi final, the Reds v the Blues
and I wish I was I in Stretford
drinking a beer with you.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And we’ll yell as the boys are running
onto our sacred ground
cheer each one of those heroes
as their names are called out loud
for tonight we are United, in this city of ours
and this night I’m on the terrace
despite these four bare walls.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 It’s 3-1 on the night
the Reds go marching on
the Screws watched it on Sky TV tonight
but even I knew what was going on, for I tuned to the radio
I followed every move
and when Rooney met that header
I was with him way over the moon.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Football is a rich man’s game
I’m the lowest of the low
but tonight I’m with all the fans
who wear the green and gold, good luck to the team and supporters
and good luck to me
just one more season of silverwear
and then I will be free.

Notes

Apologies to Johnny Cash’s Fulsom Prison Blues

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/strangeway-prison-blues/