Cooksferry Queen (Live)
Well there's a house in an alley
In the squats and low-rise
Of a town with no future
But that's where my future lies
It's a secret, but no secret
It's a rule, but no rule
Where you find the darkest avenue
There you'll find the brightest jewel
Now my name it is Mulvaney
And I'm known quite famously
People speak my name in whispers
What higher praise can there be
But I'd trade my fine mohair
For tied-dyes and faded jeans
If she wanted me some other way
She's my Cooksferry Queen
She gave me one pill to get bigger
She gave me one pill to get small
I saw snakes dancing all around her feet
And dead men coming throught the wall
Well I'm the prince of this parish
I've been ruthless and I've been mean
But she blew my mind as she opened my eyes
She's my Cooksferry Queen
Yeaaaaah
Well she's got every rare perfection
All her looks beyond compare
She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind
Pre-Raphaelite curls in her hair
She could get the lame to walking
She could get the blind to see
She could make wine out of Thames river water
She could make a believer out of me
Yes I'd trade it all tomorrow
All the wicked things I've been
She's my bright jewel of the alley
She's my Cooksferry Queen
Yes I'd trade it all tomorrow
All the wicked things I've been
She's my bright jewel of the alley
She's my Cooksferry Queen
Oooooh
In the squats and low-rise
Of a town with no future
But that's where my future lies
It's a secret, but no secret
It's a rule, but no rule
Where you find the darkest avenue
There you'll find the brightest jewel
Now my name it is Mulvaney
And I'm known quite famously
People speak my name in whispers
What higher praise can there be
But I'd trade my fine mohair
For tied-dyes and faded jeans
If she wanted me some other way
She's my Cooksferry Queen
She gave me one pill to get bigger
She gave me one pill to get small
I saw snakes dancing all around her feet
And dead men coming throught the wall
Well I'm the prince of this parish
I've been ruthless and I've been mean
But she blew my mind as she opened my eyes
She's my Cooksferry Queen
Yeaaaaah
Well she's got every rare perfection
All her looks beyond compare
She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind
Pre-Raphaelite curls in her hair
She could get the lame to walking
She could get the blind to see
She could make wine out of Thames river water
She could make a believer out of me
Yes I'd trade it all tomorrow
All the wicked things I've been
She's my bright jewel of the alley
She's my Cooksferry Queen
Yes I'd trade it all tomorrow
All the wicked things I've been
She's my bright jewel of the alley
She's my Cooksferry Queen
Oooooh
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Thompson
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