The pictures on the wall soon caught my eye
I smiled a smile as my glass ran dry
The story of this town lives within these
I listen to the locals, keen to tell me all
Smiling faces, drinking their fill
It's the way it is in the pub at
My grandfather lived here
Tried his hand at farming,
His pictures on the wall,
The story of my grandfather
I listen to the locals keen to tell me all
I can see him smiling, drinking his fill
It's the way it is in the
It's the way it is, in the pub at
I left that pub a better man,
though slightly worse for wear
Cross smiled at me and said
And now you know your grandfather's
story a hundred years ago
Every town has a story and
it lives within these walls
Just listen to the locals,
Smile and faces, drink and they're filled
Like the way it is in the pub at
Smile and face it, the way it is
Drink and laugh it, it's the way it is
Listen to the love in the pub,
Smile and face it, the way it is
Drink and laugh it, it's the way it is
Listenin' to the lonesome