Phil Wolfendale - Hawker Lyrics

I met a lady in Brunswick
I knocked upon her door
I said my pitch
She'd heard it all before
She said "Son, you're far too handsome to flog shit door to door"
I said "I'm sorry miss, but it's either this job or the floor"

She told me her name was Nancy
She smoked two packs a day
She wreaked of rock and roll
A blonde with roots of grey
She worked the bar at a local pisshole and kept the drunks at bay
And if you tipped her right
It'd be your lucky day

And so she told me of her life and all the things she's seen before
How they sent her love across the sea to fight someone else's war
She worked her fingers to the bone until he made it back ashore

And they got married in the summer and people toasted to their health
But then he couldn't escape the shit he'd seen so then he went off and hung himself
She carried on but she could never love another but herself

And despite all her trials she wore everything she'd gone through with a grin
I said "I don't know how you do it, I've seen half the shit you've seen and I can't win"

She said "I know life's good at dealing shitty hands
But it's the way I play that makes me who I am
You never know what could be coming round the bend
And if I fold, how will I ever have a win?"

I met this girl from Sydney
She went and stole my heart
It was an awful bet
I knew it from the start
She said "Phil, I'm far too fragile to watch us fall apart"
I'll always love you, and that's the hardest part"

I said "I know you're good at dealing shitty hands
But it's the way I play that makes me who I am
I wanna put your name down as my next of kin
And if I fold, how will I ever have a win?"