| Song | The Prizefighter And The Heiress |
| Artist | Johnny Flynn |
| Album | Been Listening |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The prizefighter and the heiress | |
| Both talented in their way | |
| Both fighting for inheritance | |
| Both entitled to their day | |
| Said the fella I’ve thrown my gloves | |
| And loosed my shoes | |
| Come join me in the ring my friend | |
| Quit these lonesome blues | |
| Quit my lonesome blues | |
| The lady thought the longest while | |
| And bathed the time in light | |
| She came to the conclusion | |
| That he hadn‘t won the fight | |
| Put your gloves back on, she says | |
| And steady with your pride | |
| You’ve dealt the eldest hand my love | |
| But that part of me has died� | |
| I’m a fortune telling concubine | |
| I‘m a troubleshot saloon | |
| You’re a welterweight companion | |
| And your light is at the loom | |
| I‘d rather chase my options now | |
| And place you in the past | |
| The future‘s not yet written | |
| Though the die behind me is cast | |
| The die behind me is cast | |
| I don‘t know anything about you | |
| But I’m sure that the doors of perception | |
| Are true in their ways | |
| In the face of it all | |
| In the stark-staring face of it | |
| If you ask me where I’m going | |
| I‘ll tell you where I‘ve been | |
| Cept you don’t remember yesterday | |
| And I don’t remember anything | |
| Journey me west | |
| Or journey me south | |
| Said please put me down | |
| Where my heart meets my mouth | |
| Meets my mouth | |
| End of the requiem | |
| End of the fight | |
| End of the struggles | |
| At the end of the night | |
| Stop where you laugh | |
| And look where you walk | |
| Manage your head | |
| As you lighten your talk | |
| Solace made bones | |
| And they�re chanting for air | |
| Sucking from mead | |
| In the coast of Rosslare | |
| Of Rosslare | |
| End of the requiem | |
| End of the fight | |
| End of the struggles | |
| At the end of the night | |
| Me and my dream | |
| As me and my girl | |
| Have more than | |
| A thousand square miles to twirl | |
| The earth loves her children | |
| Look and don‘t break your stride | |
| Keep watching forward | |
| Got an owl watch my pride | |
| Watch my pride | |
| Thanks for the dark | |
| Thanks for the light | |
| Thanks for my guide | |
| At the end of the night | |
| End of the requiem | |
| End of the fight | |
| End of the struggles | |
| At the end | |
| At the end | |
| At the end of the night |
| The prizefighter and the heiress | |
| Both talented in their way | |
| Both fighting for inheritance | |
| Both entitled to their day | |
| Said the fella I' ve thrown my gloves | |
| And loosed my shoes | |
| Come join me in the ring my friend | |
| Quit these lonesome blues | |
| Quit my lonesome blues | |
| The lady thought the longest while | |
| And bathed the time in light | |
| She came to the conclusion | |
| That he hadn' t won the fight | |
| Put your gloves back on, she says | |
| And steady with your pride | |
| You' ve dealt the eldest hand my love | |
| But that part of me has died | |
| I' m a fortune telling concubine | |
| I' m a troubleshot saloon | |
| You' re a welterweight companion | |
| And your light is at the loom | |
| I' d rather chase my options now | |
| And place you in the past | |
| The future' s not yet written | |
| Though the die behind me is cast | |
| The die behind me is cast | |
| I don' t know anything about you | |
| But I' m sure that the doors of perception | |
| Are true in their ways | |
| In the face of it all | |
| In the starkstaring face of it | |
| If you ask me where I' m going | |
| I' ll tell you where I' ve been | |
| Cept you don' t remember yesterday | |
| And I don' t remember anything | |
| Journey me west | |
| Or journey me south | |
| Said please put me down | |
| Where my heart meets my mouth | |
| Meets my mouth | |
| End of the requiem | |
| End of the fight | |
| End of the struggles | |
| At the end of the night | |
| Stop where you laugh | |
| And look where you walk | |
| Manage your head | |
| As you lighten your talk | |
| Solace made bones | |
| And they re chanting for air | |
| Sucking from mead | |
| In the coast of Rosslare | |
| Of Rosslare | |
| End of the requiem | |
| End of the fight | |
| End of the struggles | |
| At the end of the night | |
| Me and my dream | |
| As me and my girl | |
| Have more than | |
| A thousand square miles to twirl | |
| The earth loves her children | |
| Look and don' t break your stride | |
| Keep watching forward | |
| Got an owl watch my pride | |
| Watch my pride | |
| Thanks for the dark | |
| Thanks for the light | |
| Thanks for my guide | |
| At the end of the night | |
| End of the requiem | |
| End of the fight | |
| End of the struggles | |
| At the end | |
| At the end | |
| At the end of the night |
| The prizefighter and the heiress | |
| Both talented in their way | |
| Both fighting for inheritance | |
| Both entitled to their day | |
| Said the fella I' ve thrown my gloves | |
| And loosed my shoes | |
| Come join me in the ring my friend | |
| Quit these lonesome blues | |
| Quit my lonesome blues | |
| The lady thought the longest while | |
| And bathed the time in light | |
| She came to the conclusion | |
| That he hadn' t won the fight | |
| Put your gloves back on, she says | |
| And steady with your pride | |
| You' ve dealt the eldest hand my love | |
| But that part of me has died | |
| I' m a fortune telling concubine | |
| I' m a troubleshot saloon | |
| You' re a welterweight companion | |
| And your light is at the loom | |
| I' d rather chase my options now | |
| And place you in the past | |
| The future' s not yet written | |
| Though the die behind me is cast | |
| The die behind me is cast | |
| I don' t know anything about you | |
| But I' m sure that the doors of perception | |
| Are true in their ways | |
| In the face of it all | |
| In the starkstaring face of it | |
| If you ask me where I' m going | |
| I' ll tell you where I' ve been | |
| Cept you don' t remember yesterday | |
| And I don' t remember anything | |
| Journey me west | |
| Or journey me south | |
| Said please put me down | |
| Where my heart meets my mouth | |
| Meets my mouth | |
| End of the requiem | |
| End of the fight | |
| End of the struggles | |
| At the end of the night | |
| Stop where you laugh | |
| And look where you walk | |
| Manage your head | |
| As you lighten your talk | |
| Solace made bones | |
| And they re chanting for air | |
| Sucking from mead | |
| In the coast of Rosslare | |
| Of Rosslare | |
| End of the requiem | |
| End of the fight | |
| End of the struggles | |
| At the end of the night | |
| Me and my dream | |
| As me and my girl | |
| Have more than | |
| A thousand square miles to twirl | |
| The earth loves her children | |
| Look and don' t break your stride | |
| Keep watching forward | |
| Got an owl watch my pride | |
| Watch my pride | |
| Thanks for the dark | |
| Thanks for the light | |
| Thanks for my guide | |
| At the end of the night | |
| End of the requiem | |
| End of the fight | |
| End of the struggles | |
| At the end | |
| At the end | |
| At the end of the night |