Testo The Red Rose & The Briar John Wesley Harding
Midweek and we reached scarlet town
I was almost dying of thirst
We parked the car in some old schoolyard
The windscreen caked in dirt
There was no water in the engine left
No tread upon the tyres
The electrics were broke cos you went mad
You ripped out all the wires
Across the road, a small cafe
In this state of disrepair
You went for papers and a shave
So I saved you a chair
I knew it wasnât the journeyâs end
And that your dream was incomplete
But I just could not stand anymore
I was dead upon my feet
I was dead upon my feet
Thereâs nothing there in the market square
But the ghost of the scarlet town crier
I was dead upon my feet
I sing the red rose and the briar
I sing the red rose and the briar
The waitress told me her life story
Sheâd always meant to up and go
She wiped a cup on her red pinafore
As we waited for you to show
And I told her just a little of you
But left the picture incomplete
You still werenât there to paint it in person
So I skipped out on the street
I skipped out on the street
The newsagent grinned, he said yes youâd been in
You bought a local paper and some shades
The washroom attendant said that youâd freshened up
That youâd left but you hadnât paid
And I couldnât figure out where you were
So I went back just to look near the car
There was nothing there where it should have been
Just oil on dirt and tar
Just oil on dirt and tar
Thereâs nothing there in the market square
But the ghost of the scarlet town crier
And there was nothing there where it should have been
I sing the red rose and the briar
I sing the red rose and the briar
I saw it parked way down the street
In a garage off on the right
And a man said âget your hands off sonâ
I just traded that wreck for a motorbike
There was nothing left of mine inside
Not even the broken radio
And I couldnât figure out where that left me
So I went back to look for rose
The cafe rouge was a lunchtime rush
Of regulars yelling for food
The service in there left a lot to be desired
And all the regulars were getting rude
I saw an apron thrown over a chair
A note said âhey john weâre gone, weâre goneâ
And I just smiled cos I loved you both
So I put the apron on
I put the apron on
Thereâs nothing there in the market square
But the ghost of the scarlet town crier
And I just put the apron on
I sing the red rose and the briar
I sing the red rose and the briar