Come all you tramps and hawk-a-lads and give your ears a blow
A traffic country round and round, come listen once and all
I'll tell you all the roving tale of sights that I have seen
Far up to the snowy north and down to fields of green
I only started living when I stand to lose it all
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Sometimes I laugh all to myself whilst walking on the road
My toe rags round, my blistered feet, my face as brown as gold
With box of treats and cigarettes we walk the black sea whole
Not thinking where we're going
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Or thinking where we've gone
I only started living when I stand to lose it all
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I only started living when I stand to lose it all
I only started living when I stand to lose it all
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In the summertime, beneath the dark blue sky
Not thinking in the morning where at night I'm going to lie
In bar or by or anywhere, dozing in the hay
If the weather treats me right, then I'm happy every day
I only started living when I started to lose it all