Where Do You Go From Here
Composer(s): Sammy King
Performer(s): Houghton Weavers



Arthur Edward Pickersgill
Workin' 'ard at mill
Sorting out the bales
The ones to empty and to fill
It's Sat'day night, he's rushing home
To check his football pools
While Chelsea won and let him down
And so did Hartlepools

So off at dawn on Monday morn
Working for his rent
Money's hard to come by
And half's already spent
'Cause Billy wants a pair of shoes
And Tilly wants a dress
And Freda wants some curling pins
She says her hair's a mess

And so, where do you go from here
Where in life do you belong
You've work so hard throughout your life
To make your country great
And now it runs away from you
Leaving you behind and out of date

Every week your Sunday joint's
No bigger than your thumb
With eight of us to share it
And that's not including Mum
But first you've got to find it
And the kids are lookin' out
It's there, Dad, in the processed peas
Behind that Brussels sprout

And Freda's getting married soon
You'll 'ave to pay for do
Invitin' all the folks we know
Will cost a bob or two
And after all the toastin'
And the speeches and the gags
It's back to working overtime
And rolling your own fags

And so, where do you go from here
Where in life do you belong
You fought for King and Country
And your comrades in the war
And is it any different now
You're fighting to exist just like before

And so, where do you go from here
Life's inclined to hurry by
Your clogs went out with ration books
But still you carry on, forever if you can
'Cause you're the kind of man who can't
Afford to die