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  1. Calendar Girl

From the album Common Lot

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Jimmy Dowling: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Red Rivers: Guitar
Steve Hadley: Double Bass
Andy Baylor: Fiddle
Roger Bergodaz: Drums

Lyrics

There’s the faded calendar girl smiling down above the slug bin.
Corners hang like dog’s ears and the years long since been.

He puts the remnant hand down into a threadbare overalls pocket,
pulls out a packet of Champion Ruby.

And the flywheel spins, the worn clutch peddle hangs,
steel caps shine through worn boot leather
that know their way blind to the take-away on the corner.

Time’s held by hands on the wall since gettin’ off in the dark from the rattler,
down the ramp past the crofton weeds and oleanders.

To the faded favourite, smiling down above the slug bin.
Corners hang like dog’s ears and the years long since been.

He puts the remnant hand down into a frayed grey overalls pocket,
pulls out a packet of Champion Ruby.

And the flywheel spins, the worn clutch peddle hangs,
steel caps shine through worn boot leather
that make their way blind to the take-away on the corner.

Dodging swarf and grinding burs, all to pay off a limping car.
Smoko’s chewin’ the same fat laughing away another scar.

There’s the faded calendar girl smiling down above the slug bin.
Corners hang like dog’s ears and the years long since been.

He puts the remnant hand down into a frayed overalls pocket.
Pulls out a packet of Champion Ruby.

And the flywheel spins, the worn clutch peddle hangs,
steel caps shine through worn boot leather
that know their way blind to the take-away on the corner.