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Alone And BoredThere was a young man, he was so alone. He had noone he could call his own. He sat down on his bed, Alone and bored. A guitar was all that he could afford. He said it was his only friend, The only money that he'd ever spend. He'd sit there every night and day, Picking the strings, And strummin' away. No one ever calls round for him. No one ever wants to drop in. It suits him now, It suits him fine. Reads a book, a nursery rhyme. He's got no ties behind those eyes. Well, time goes but time goes slow As he picks out another chord. He sits down on his bed, Alone and bored. (lyrics by James Musselwhite and Graham Keeling) |