Lyrics Fairport Convention – Theodore’s Song
Text:
He was an old broom maker
A medicine man
On an old boneshaker
Back in nineteen thirty-nine
Just the open road
Oxen borne
But it never, ever showed
Bring me that old wristwatch
Fix it, broke-down man
Trust me, I’m the man
On me you can depend
He could hold the ocean
In the palm of his hand
What he calls emotion
Let time slip like grains of sand
When the music took him
To the streets in town
He could catch a picture
For the price of half-a-crown
Bring me that old wristwatch
Fix it, broke-down man
Trust me, I’m the man
On me you can depend
Bring me that old wristwatch
Fix it, broke-down man
Trust me, I’m the man
On me you can depend
Now his heart was broken
On a wedding day
‘Cause there was nothing left to say
About how he whispered
How he went inside
And he never kissed her
That day he lost his bride
Bring me that old wristwatch
Fix it, broke-down man
Trust me, I’m the man
On me you can depend
Oh, bring me that old wristwatch
Fix it, broke-down man
Trust me, I’m the man
On me you can depend
Raggle-taggle gypsy
Raggle-taggle mind
That’s our world, it saw him
As he would not confined
It was a touch of emotion
That bids his wing
Through the lanes bicycled
To a henhouse where he lived
Bring me that old wristwatch
Fix it, broke-down man
Trust me, I’m the man
On me you can depend
Bring me that old wristwatch
Fix it, broke-down man
Trust me, I’m the man
On me you can depend
On me you can depend
On me you can depend
