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James Dewar - Stumbledown Romancer



I'm a Stumbledown Romancer, I never made the grade,
Never on the dance floor, when the music played,
Always moving on, when I should have stayed,
And I never had a love of my own.

Stumbledown Romancer, I dearly loved the stage,
I saw my name once, on the printed page,
And somebody called me, a Rock & Roll sage,
But I never had a love of my own.

And it's hard to be free, with a late affair,
Puts the moon in her eyes, the stars in the air,
But I'll never be happy, with a fire side chair,
That's a hard price to pay, It can hold me that way.

(16 bar organ)

Nothing I can do about it, there's nothing I can change,
Guess there's nothing new about it, always been the same,
The tears come and they go, but the blues still remain,
That's a hard price to pay, it's a hard price to pay.

Stumbledown Romancer, I never made the grade,
Never on the dance floor, when the music played,
Always moving on, and I should have stayed,
But I never had a love of my own,
And I never had a love of my own,
I never had a love of my own,
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