Smoke of Home

Mary woke in Billingham
 On a cold and smoky morn
 She put her clothes in an Asda bag
 And left her parents' home
 And, oh
 She never went home again
 She got a bus to Stockton
 Found a working train by chance
 She got it down to Waterloo
 And then across to France
 And, oh
 She never went home again
 She thought the streets would be paved with gold
 Just like the stories her parents had told
 But all she caught was a dog and a cold
 And the lights went down on Mary
 'Cause the streets were ordinary
 And when she woke
 She was broke
 And she longed for the smoke of home
 Longed for the smoke of home
 Found herself employment
 As a bear in Disneyland
 She didn't make much money
 So she thought she'd make a stand
 And, oh
 She never went back again
 She thought the streets would be paved with gold
 Just like the stories her parents had told
 But all she caught was a dog and a cold
 And the lights went down on Mary
 'Cause the streets were ordinary
 And when she woke
 She was broke
 And she longed for the smoke of home
 Longed for the smoke of home
 (take me home)
 (take me home)
 (take me home)
 (take me home)
 Lights went down on Mary (longed for the smoke of home)
 Lights went down on Mary (longed for the smoke of home)
 Lights went down on Mary (longed for the smoke of home)
 Lights went down on Mary
 When she woke
 She was broke
 And she longed for the smoke of home
 And the lights went down on Mary
 'Cause the streets were ordinary
 And when she woke
 She was broke
 And she longed for the smoke of home
 Longed for the smoke of home