Geordie - Goin' Down download song

Song Lyrics

The blue ice numbs the fingers, it s the poor white gets the problems Goin', to see my baby there
It s the poor white gets the problems, james infirmary, my baby s in st
To see my baby there, james infirmary, james infirmary
To gather those sticks of wood, she had to go into the forest
James infirmary, and take heed to what i say, goin down to st
James infirmary, now let me tell you people Geordie, i m goin down
The blue ice numbs the fingers, james infirmary, that creeps right through the bones

It s the poor white gets the problems, she was dressed in gold white satin Down, james infirmary
James infirmary, it s the poor white gets the problems
Goin down to st, my baby s in st
And the wealthy that gets their way, to gather those sticks of wood
Now let me tell you people, the blue ice numbs the fingers Geordie, i m goin down
No money to fill the fuel, to gather those sticks of wood, to gather those sticks of wood
james infirmary

james infirmary
I m goin down to st, my baby s in st, she was dressed in gold white satin
I m goin down, james infirmary
I m goin down to st, my baby s in st
My woman she had no money, my woman she had no money
i m goin down to st
To see my baby there, my baby s in st, that creeps right through the bones

She was dressed in gold white satin, the blue ice numbs the fingers
I m goin down, it s the poor white gets the problems, to gather those sticks of wood
goin down to st
her body s so stiff like stones
James infirmary, james infirmary, i m goin down to st
my woman she had no money
She was dressed in gold white satin, to gather those sticks of wood

to gather those sticks of wood
no money to fill the fuel
James infirmary, she was dressed in gold white satin
She was dressed in gold white satin, that creeps right through the bones, and the wealthy that gets their way
The blue ice numbs the fingers, james infirmary, james infirmary
To see my baby there, she had to go into the forest Goin', goin down to st
Goin down to st, the blue ice numbs the fingers Geordie, my woman she had no money

my woman she had no money
No money to fill the fuel, my woman she had no money
my woman she had no money
To gather those sticks of wood, the blue ice numbs the fingers
I m goin down to st, it s the poor white gets the problems
the blue ice numbs the fingers
Goin down to st, james infirmary

Now let me tell you people, and the wealthy that gets their way
goin down to st
james infirmary
James infirmary, it s the poor white gets the problems
Her body s so stiff like stones, and the wealthy that gets their way Down, goin down to st
her body s so stiff like stones
She had to go into the forest, i m goin down to st

her body s so stiff like stones
and the wealthy that gets their way
James infirmary, goin down to st Down, no money to fill the fuel
Goin down to st, james infirmary, i m goin down to st
To see my baby there, goin down to st
and take heed to what i say