00:08My old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's hat
00:13He wears cold blimey trousers and he lives in a council flat
00:30Old Villanana and the banjo-lay-lay waiting for me and the raining day
00:39Charing Cross Road, they all look like candy, guitars behind glass that I wanted to play
00:56I picked for one, dad just a teacher, could barely afford to find me such things
01:06I woke him up at three in the morning and asked him to tune the extra two strings
01:19Yeah, the best days of my life, somewhere up the road, with my family and friends
01:27I can't close my eyes, and I can see them
01:49My dear old mum, frustrated actress, reluctant Victorian writing with me
01:59My first attempt at filling the pages, she was the agent, the angel, she
02:12Yeah, the best days of my life, I can never get back, what will never be again
02:20I can't close my eyes, and I can see them
02:53I have this dream, we're all at the table
02:58Sharing verses, stories, stories and songs
03:04Bald Villanana and the banjo-lay-lay
03:09She hands it to me, and I play along
03:17Yeah, the best days of my life, somewhere up the road, with my family and friends
03:25I can't close my eyes, I can close my eyes, and I can see them
03:34I can see them
03:39Don't miss me, dicen
03:39How may I will say?
03:41How may I meet you
03:42Why are they look different?
04:04I can't close my eyes, and I'll run away
04:04I know
04:05Here's an often time
04:05You can help my eyes, I can't handle this
04:07But I willv up a lot too
04:16guitar solo
04:37guitar solo
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