Booked the ticket for the train
Packed a bag up for one more weekend
Picked the keys up from the table
Looked around the room while I was able
No more waving and watching the sun go down
When the 3 o’clock pulls out of sight
Here I wake up to your smiling eyes and that’s alright
Now I’m a Pickering Boy
Through the evening mist I ramble
Down country roads to you
I’m a Pickering Boy and I can do what you want me to
Took a walk down by the river
Where it winds home to the sea
Said goodbye to the folk on the stairwell
Could be a long time before we can meet
Used to think about the stars at night
Here I see them for myself
And you’re beside me not a snapshot there up on the shelf
Cos I’m a Pickering Boy
Through the evening mist I ramble
Down country roads to you
I’m a Pickering Boy and I can do what you want me to
No more waving and watching the sun go down
When the 3 o’clock pulls out of sight
Here I wake up to your smiling eyes and that’s alright
Now I’m a Pickering Boy
Through the evening mist I ramble
Down country roads to you
I’m a Pickering Boy and I can do what you want me to
I’m a Pickering Boy
Through the evening mist I ramble
Down country roads to you
I’m a Pickering Boy and we can do what we wanna do
A Punch House Family Production © 2014
With very special thanks to Julie Leng - backing vocals & harmonies,
and Peter Rayment - bass vocal & the remark that inspired this one…
Words, music and vocal by Andrew Bodnar