Daddy hits the bottle
And he smashes Jimmy's model airplane
"Don't cry, son," he says,
"I should have bought you a train"
Damage done, he won't think of flying again
Black winter shows no pity
And it's dark times here in Dawson City
And for some time afterwards
My imagination reigned
Flying low over fields of green
And coming the plains
Daddy hits the bottle
And Jimmy overhears him say
"I hate my life,
And I hate this place.
Help me Johnny Walker
Help me think of better days"
Black winter shows no pity
And it's dark times here in Dawson City
And for some time afterwards
My imagination reigned
Flying low over fields of green
And coming the plains
Bent Roads Tavern - Model Airplane Lyrics
Bent Roads Tavern - Model Airplane Lyrics
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Daddy hits the bottle
And he smashes Jimmy's model airplane
"Don't cry, son," he says,
"I should have bought you a train"
Damage done, he won't think of flying again
Black winter shows no pity
And it's dark times here in Dawson City
And for some time afterwards
My imagination reigned
Flying low over fields of green
And coming the plains
Daddy hits the bottle
And Jimmy overhears him say
"I hate my life,
And I hate this place.
Help me Johnny Walker
Help me think of better days"
Black winter shows no pity
And it's dark times here in Dawson City
And for some time afterwards
My imagination reigned
Flying low over fields of green
And coming the plains
And he smashes Jimmy's model airplane
"Don't cry, son," he says,
"I should have bought you a train"
Damage done, he won't think of flying again
Black winter shows no pity
And it's dark times here in Dawson City
And for some time afterwards
My imagination reigned
Flying low over fields of green
And coming the plains
Daddy hits the bottle
And Jimmy overhears him say
"I hate my life,
And I hate this place.
Help me Johnny Walker
Help me think of better days"
Black winter shows no pity
And it's dark times here in Dawson City
And for some time afterwards
My imagination reigned
Flying low over fields of green
And coming the plains
Writer: Collen Middleton, Christian Stokkmo
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave