Come My Little Son (play C 4th fret)
(Trad)NOTE, The chords are in exactly the right place over the word to suit the
song! Have fun......I do.
Come my little son
And I will tell you what we ll do
Undress yourself and get into bed
And a tale I ll tell to you
It s all about your daddy
He s a man you seldom see
For he had to roam, far away from home
Away from you and me
Remember laddie, he s still your dad
Though he s working far away
In the cold and heat, all the hours of the week
On England s motorway
Now when you fall and hurt yourself
And get a feeling bad
It isn t any good
To go a running for your dad
For the only time since you ve were born
He s had to spend with you
He was out of a job, and we hadn t a bob
He was signing on the brew
Remember laddie, he s still your dad
Though he s working far away
In the cold and heat, all the hours of the week
On England s motorway
Ah Sure we d like your daddy here
Yes sure it would be fine
To have him working nearer home
And to see him all the time
But beggars can t be choosers
And we have to bear our load
For we need the money your daddy earns
A-workin on the road
Remember laddie, he s still your dad
And he s soon be home to stay
For a week or two, with me and you
When he`s built the motorway
