Phil Lynott

It was a rainy night the night the king went down Everybody was crying it seemed like sadness had surrounded the town Me I went to the liquor store And I bought a bottle of wine and a bottle of gin I played his records all night Drinking with a close

Dear Miss Lonely Hearts I had to write this letter To tell you how I came to meet her She was sweet but I dated her sister That's how I made my mistake And I can't forget her I felt depressed Till a friend of mine suggested That I write to this addre

I remember Paris in '49, The Champs Elysee, San Michelle, And old Beaujolais wine. And I recall that you were mine, In those Parisienne days. Looking back at the photographs, Those summer days spent outside corner cafes. Oh, I could write you paragra