Christy Moore - Missing You
This is the layout to when Christy plays it live
Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of the flight
Oh I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon
In nineteen hundred and eighty six
There's not much for a chippie or swinging the pick
And you can't live on love and on love alone
So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam
To where you're a Paddy, you're a Biddy, your a Mick
Good for nothing but stacking the brick
And your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod
Two work horses heavily shod
Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of the flight
Oh I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon
Who did you murder, or are you a spy?
I'm fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry
Now I just drink red biddy for a permanent high
And I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die
Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of the flight
Oh I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon
All you young people now take my advice
Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice
Cause you can't live without love, without love alone
And the proof's around London in the nobody zone
Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge
Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge
And I'll never go home now because of the shame
Of the misfit's reflection in a shop window pane
Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of the flight
Oh I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon
Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of the flight
Oh I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon
I'm missing you, I'm missing you, I'm missing you