The Beautiful South - One Man's Rubbish lyrics

(Kilvington / Greaves)

He picks up the pieces

Of long gone days

Of old fashioned people

And old fashioned ways

He picks up the pieces

Where nothing remains

And puts them away

'Til they're wanted again

One for the memory

One for the road

One man's rubbish

Is another man's gold

He likes Hank Snow

And Roy Orbison tunes

He drinks whisky all night

And he howls at the moon

He sits by the Humber

When days abate

And thinks about the things

That the world throws away

One for the memory

One for the road

One man's rubbish

Is another man's gold

I'm thinking of a girl

And the old river cries

As she's standing on the bridge

Of a barge going by

I swear she waved at me

Big ol' tears in her eyes

And they're taking the coal to Newcastle

One for the memory

One for the road

One man's rubbish

Is another man's gold

One for the memory

One for the road

One man's rubbish

Is another man's gold