Home For A Rest - Great Big Sea
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a month I've been drunk since I left. These so-called vacations will Soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.... We arrived in December And London was cold, We stayed in the bars Along Jarring cross road. We never saw nothing But brass-tops and nook. Kept a shine on the bar With the sleeves of our coats. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a week I've been drunk since I left. These so-called vacations will Soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.... Take me home! Houston station The train's heading North, In the bucket car We looked back and forth. I stole crooked dice Through Yorkshire's green fields We were flung into dance As the train jigged and reeled. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a week I've been drunk since I left. These so-called vacations will Soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.... Take me home! By the light of the moon, She drift through the streets, A rare old perfume So seductive and sweet She teases and flirts As the pubs all close down, Then walk us on home And deny us a round. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a month I've been drunk since I left. These so-called vacations will Soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.... Take me home! The gas heat is empty It's damn past two The spirits we drank Left ghosts in the room I'm asking again Come on, please take me soon, And don't lift my head Til the twelve bells at noon! You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a week I've been drunk since I left. These so-called vacations will Soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.... Take me home!
Artist: Great Big Sea
Title: Home For A Rest