Cooksferry Queen / Richard Thompson

Well there's a house
In an alley
In the squats and low-rise
Of a town with no future
But that's where my future lies

It's a secret, but no secret
It's a rule, but no rule
Where you find the darkest avenue
There you'll find the brightest jewel

Now my name, it is Mulvaney
And I'm known quite famously
People speak my name in whispers
What higher praise can there be?

But I'd trade my fine mohair
For tie dyes and faded jeans
If she wanted me some other way
She's my Cooks-ferry queen

She gave me one pill to get big
She gave me one pill to get small
I saw snakes dancing all around her feet
And dead men comin through the walls

Well I'm the prince of this parish
I've been ruthless and I've been mean
But she blew my mind and she opened my eyes
She's my Cooks-ferry queeen

Ahhhhhh

Well she's got every rare perfection
All her looks beyond compare
She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind
Pre-Raphelite curls in her hair

She could get the lame to walking
She could get the blind to see
She could make wine out of Thames River water
She could make a believer out of me

Yes I'd trade it all tomorrow
All the wicked things I've been
She's my bright jewel of the alley
She's my Cooks-ferry Queen

Yes, I'd trade it all tomorrow
All the wicked things I've been
She's my bright jewel of the alley
She's my Cooks-ferry Queen

Ohhhhhh