The Story of Them

Van Morrison

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    When friends were friends
    And company was right
    We'd drink and talk and sing
    All through the night

    Morning came leisurely and bright
    Downtown we'd walk
    And passers by, would shudder with delight
    Mmmmmm! Good times

    And there was this man
    All the cats were there
    Just dirty enough to say, "We don't care"
    But, the management have had complaints
    About some cats with long, long hair
    "Look, look, look"
    And the people'd stare
    "Why, you won't be allowed in
    anywhere!"
    Barred from pubs, clubs and
    dancin' halls
    Made the scene at the Spanish rooms
    on the falls
    And man, four pints of that scrumpy was
    enough to have you, outta your mind
    Climbin', climbin' up the walls
    Out of your mind
    But it was a gas, all the same
    Ummm! Good time!

    Now just 'round about this time
    With the help of the three J's
    Started playin' at the Maritime
    That's, Jerry, Jerry and Jimmy

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    You know they were always fine
    And they helped us run the Maritime
    Don't forget Kit, hittin' people on the head
    An' knockin' 'em out
    You know he did his best and all
    Was something else, then
    Ummm, Lord, good times

    And people say
    Who are or what are, Them?
    That little one sings
    And that big one plays the guitar
    With a thimble on his finger
    Runs it up and down the strings

    The bass player don't shave much
    I think they're all a little bit, touched
    But the people came
    And that's how we made our name
    Too much it was
    Umm, yeah, our good times

    Wild, sweaty, crude, ugly and, and mad
    And sometimes just, a little bit sad
    Yeah, they sneered an' all
    But up there, we just havin' a ball
    It was a gas, you know
    Lord, some good times

    It was kinda bad for, Them
    We are, Them, take it or leave it
    Do you know they took it, and it kept comin'
    And we worked for the people
    Sweet, sweat and the misty, misty atmosphere

    Gimme another drink of beer, baby
    Gotta get goin' here
    Because, it was a gas
    We all had good times

    Blues come rollin'
    Down to all your avenue
    Won't stop at the city hall
    Just a few steps away
    You can look up at, Maritime Hotel
    Just a little bit sad, gotta walk away
    Wish it well

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    Composición: Morrison Van G I

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