Story Behind the Song
My band, Roll's Boys loves (songs about) bars, so I tried to write one as well. This is my demo. The singing is not optimal, because I had a terrible cold.
Lyrics
Memories Of A Crowded Barroom
1.
I walked into a barroom, sat down and had a beer
It was my first night in this town, the first time I’d been here
Then I looked around and noticed, I was the only one
Not a soul around here in this place, sure quiet for this time
A friday night in London, a million people on the streets
The bartender was an old grey man, with a friendly face
Said; “Son, I know you’re wondering, why no one is here
Well that, my son, it’s a long sad story, ‘bout sports and too much beer
2.
I was still a young man, when I started to work here
We were serving Ale and Bitter, before the days of Lager beer
We had a TV in that corner, and people’d come to watch
The matches and the races; others just played darts
Chelsea was our favourite and on that fatal day,
They were playing Arsenal, a derby as they say
We were all just watching, when hooligans came in
They were durnk and started fighting . . . two people got killed
CHORUS #1:
There was nothing I could do, I called for help but it came late
Then they closed my pub and I could only wait
Till the end of a trial against two friends and me
We were innocent, but they just wouldn’t see
CHORUS #2:
There was nothing I could do, I called for help but it came late
Then they closed my pub and I could only wait
My dream’s to go back, to those happy days before
They ruined my pub and the crowd avoided my door
My dream’s to go back, to those happy days before
They ruined my pub and the crowd avoided my door
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