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In the west end of Derby there lives a working man
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He said “I can’t fly but my pigeons can
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And when I set them free, it’s just like part of me gets lifted up on shining wings”.
Charlie Hudson’s pigeon loft was down the yard
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Of a rented house in Brook Street where times were hard
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But Charlie had a dream, and in nineteen thirteen
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Charlie bred a pigeon and made his dreams come true.
There was going to be a champion’s race from Italy
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We got out the maps; all that land and sea
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Charlie you’ll lose that bird, but Charlie never heard, he put it in a basket and sent it off to Rome
On the day of the big race the storms blew in
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A thousand birds were swept away and never seen again
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Charlie we told you so, surely by now you know
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When you’re living in the west end there ain’t many dreams come true.
“Yeah, I know but you have to try
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A man can crawl around or he could learn how to fly
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And when you live ‘round here the ground seems awful near sometimes I need a lift from victory”.
So it’s off with my mates for a pint or two
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Suddenly a flash up in the blue
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Charlie it’s the King of Rome, come back to his west end home
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Come outside quick he’s perched upon your roof.
“Come on down Your Majesty
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I knew that you would come back to me
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Come on down my lovely one, you made my dreams come true.”
In the west end of Derby there lived a working man
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He said “I can’t fly but my pigeons can
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And when I set them free, it’s just like part of me gets lifted up on shining wings”.
