The Local Guest

Verse 1

Walking through Suffolk

The frozen mud sticks to my soles

Pub light

Flickers through the window glass

Pre-Chorus

Met a man with a beard of wool

Red jacket worn at the seams

Said he loved every melody

Stood me a drink

And he laughed at the winter

Chorus

We sang loud

We sang long

Lifting the spirits through the freezing night air

Stomping feet on the stones

Heaving the rhythm from the ground to the sky

Nothing but the wood and the strings

Just a song for the people we love

Post-Chorus

La la la la

Oh oh

Verse 2

Pulled a bass out

Polished oak with a deep grain

Thumping low

Louder than the midnight wind

Pre-Chorus

Slapped the string with a heavy hand

The loop pedal started to spin

Found the pocket in the pocket

I played a riff

While he shook the whole tavern

Chorus

We sang loud

We sang long

Lifting the spirits through the freezing night air

Stomping feet on the stones

Heaving the rhythm from the ground to the sky

Nothing but the wood and the strings

Just a song for the people we love

Post-Chorus

La la la la

Oh oh

Bridge

Kings and queens see nothing like this

Kings and queens have nothing like this

Kings and queens miss nothing like this

He flew away when the clock struck twelve

Silver sparks in the Suffolk sky

Chorus

We sang loud

We sang long

Lifting the spirits through the freezing night air

Stomping feet on the stones

Heaving the rhythm from the ground to the sky

Nothing but the wood and the strings

Just a song for the people we love

Post-Chorus

La la la la

Oh oh

Mm-mm-mm

Saint Nick playing bass

In the local tonight