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Now it's come to talking, I don't have much to say
It wouldn't come out right and so I'll leave it out, oh, it's best that way
And I want to get out now 'cause I need just a couple of drinks
Can you lend me a little money till I draw my pay?
And I'm leaving like a thief in the night
But I will try to write to you or maybe phone
And I'll send you back the money, but not the love you lent
I could never pay no interest on that loan
You really give me comfort, I couldn't take more tenderness
My credit's overdrawn and I just slide deeper in your debt
And I want to get out now 'cause I need just a couple of drinks
Can you lend me a little money till pay day next?
And I'm leaving like a thief in the night
But I will try to write to you or maybe phone
And I'll send you back the money, but not the love you lent
I could never pay no interest on that loan
Why don't you get some rest now, you ought to get an early night
I've got a key so you can lock the door and it'll be all right
I'll just take my winter coat, it looks like it might rain
Can you lend me a little money just for the night?
And I'm leaving like a thief in the night
But I will try to write to you or maybe phone
And I'll send you back the money, but not the love you lent
I could never pay no interest on that loan
- Album:
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- The Best Of
- 8 Frames a Second: Expanded Edition
- The Best of Ralph McTell
- Affairs of the Heart
- The Definitive Transatlantic Collection
- Live At Troubadour Festival 1997
- Affairs of the Heart: A Collection of His Love Songs
- Somewhere Down The Road
- Streets of London: The Best of Ralph McTell
- Spiral Staircase
- Spiral Staircase: Expanded Edition
- Streets of London: The Best of Ralph McTell (22)
- Streets of London: Best of Ralph McTell
- Eight Frames a Second
- From Clare to Here: The Songs of Ralph McTell
- The Definitive Collection
- Right Side Up
- Streets of London and Other Story Songs
- Sand in Your Shoes