Dilly Dally

I was never popular in school, never unpopular but just never popular. I had my small group of friends and we stuck together. Once in junior school I was always placed on the same table as the 'gypsy's', my Mum had asked for me and my twin to be in separate classes so that we could learn some independence. I always had respect for the gypsy's and as long as you gave them respect they gave it back, that's not to say I respected them above anyone else because everyone was equal. Looking back I'd never seen my Mum talk down to or suck up to anyone! she had a way of being herself around everyone. My older sisters the same, she's always willing to agree or disagree depending on her opinion, but they would never disrespect anyone along the way. 

The sad thing with the gypsies was that the older you got the more you'd separate into different groups, the gypsies would stick together and so would what they would call the 'Gorgers' (us). I have never been called a gorger as that was disrespectful, I've been called a chavvy, a bruv and a boi but never a gorger. Even now that I've moved from home and I'm ashamed to say the Surrey ways have brushed upon me, I feel completely at home with the gypsy's I grew up with. A couple of them I will speak to when I'm back home but some you just politely nod to. This song was wrote for them and inspired by them, and also for the simple folks whose life is providing for their children, who may not have the best jobs in the world but would go about it just to provide luxury and comfort for their children.

Just to let you know that we have finished filming the next music video for the new song 'Into the Night' I will post it on Youtube and Facebook within the next couple of weeks, the single release will take place at Bar des Arts in Guildford on August 21st, I hope to see lots of you there :-) 

Vrs 1

Jimmy's my name, I was raised in a caravan,

I dropped out of school to work with my Dad,

I was only thirteen and my life was already planned,

Living the same ones my old brothers had.

Cash in the hand, we’d live from the land,

My poor old man would break his own back,

Preparing the kill with our mouths to fill,

And pulling that great caravan down the tracks.

Chr

Oh Dilly Dally there under the sad tree,

We buried the ones we lost to the deity,

We prayed when we needed,

When our luck became seedless,

I still speak to Daddy whose up in Heavens valleys.

 Vrs 2

A cobblestone sailor, a sweet music maker,

I’d pluck my guitar once I was in from the cold,

Hands rough as ale, ale would turn me a heartbreaker,

Many a girl I’d send out of control.

Elvie, she’s fair and someday I’ll marry her,

She talks like us boys but with curly black hair,

We’ll have our own babies, have our own plot,

But we will live the same life that we’ve already got.

 Chr-

Oh Dilly Dally, down in Punters Alley,

I became a man with blonde Mary-Annie,

Down in the damp ditches

I retraced those kisses,

I was far from shabby with blonde Mary-Annie.

Mid 8

I live my life content

Resting on my window ledge,

Chasing the road,

Chasing the road,

The change will come sadly,

But for now I dilly dally,

These wheels are my home,

These wheels are my home.

Chr

Oh Dilly Dally, here comes Aunty Sally,

Kicking a fuss about that same gorger rally,

If they dare come over,

They’ll feel my revolver,

And they won’t be happy they meet Jimmy’s Sally. 

Karl Smitherman © 2013

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