Richard Thompson - Salford Sunday lyrics

Thompson 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 Ba** drum beating in my head Sunday papers talking scandal And a cold side of the bed. 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,oh when I'm dreaming Better than 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. 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 night I left behind.