Pub-Side Song🩵

[Verse 1] At the Blue Anchor, the rain came in On coats and jokes and a fiddle tune Maggie was counting the coins in her till While Danny sang loud to the cracked clock’s noon [Chorus] Raise a glass to the last bus home To the old brown rooms where the good nights roam London keeps its stories warm In a pub-side song through the winter storm [Verse 2] The landlord knew every borrowed name And which old flame would come back again A football score on a paper-stained wall A stranger’s laugh down the passage hall [Chorus] Raise a glass to the last bus home To the old brown rooms where the good nights roam London keeps its stories warm In a pub-side song through the winter storm [Verse 3] The jukebox skipped on a heartbreak line Two sisters swayed by the coatroom door A cab rolled past with its meter lit And someone asked for one song more [Chorus] Raise a glass to the last bus home To the old brown rooms where the good nights roam London keeps its stories warm In a pub-side song through the winter storm [Instrumental Break: flute lead, fiddle and guitar fills] [Verse 4] By closing time, the talk grew kind The glasses shone in the amber light We stepped outside to the quiet street With tomorrow waiting beyond the night [Bridge] If these old walls could tell it straight They'd name each face and every late But morning comes, the chairs go up And life moves on from the corner pub [Final Chorus] Raise a glass to the last bus home To the old brown rooms where the good nights roam London keeps its stories warm In a pub-side song through the winter storm Raise a glass, let the whole room sing For the small bright joys that the evenings bring London keeps its stories warm In a pub-side song through the winter storm [Outro] One last laugh, one last tune The street is silver under the moon