'The Shirt Upon My Back' - Lyrics

I met with my accountant  

He was better dressed than me 

He'd been counting up my money  

But he doesn't count for free 

He said most is for the tax man 

Not much of it was mine 

And he showed me rows of figures 

I had paid for every line 

And the lesson learned 

Cost me the shirt upon my back 

 

I spoke with my PR man 

Many thousand miles from home 

He'd been struggling to place me 

I was falling between stones 

And he said I wasn't country 

I should put my faith in folk 

And he told me his great master plan 

I told him I was broke 

And the lesson learned 

Cost me the shirt upon my back 

 

Seems I'll never get ahead of the game 

But I've learned my lesson well 

And I'll never get ahead of the game  

But I'm still here to tell the tale 

 

I started out quite strongly 

I got sidetracked pretty soon 

And the stars where I was aiming 

All got hidden by the moon 

So I wasted many years 

Trying to find my way around 

But the roads I chose were hard ones 

Always up and never down 

And the lesson learned 

Cost me the shirt upon my back 

 

Seems I'll never get ahead of the game 

But I've learned my lesson well 

And I'll never get ahead of the game  

But I'm still here to tell the tale 

 

For each step going forward  

There were two more coming back 

Then I stumbled in the darkness 

And I tumbled from the track 

So I stopped to heal my bruises 

I had started to forget 

That the answer's in the journey  

And not how far you get 

 

END 

Written by Roger D'Arcy - (c) Longsongs Music Limited 

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