Mr. Brown Songtext
von Anjan Dutt

Mr. Brown
Song by Anjan Dutta

I still recall the old school hall in the hills
And the grand old piano with the good old keys
And the same old tune that you played on and on and on
Your fingers stained in yellow nicotine

I always lost the key to the melody halfway
But the pain of your cane on my little palm
Got me back on the track every Friday
The song of my life Mr. Brown

If you missed this train I′m on
You will know that I have gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles


The same old sing on and on every Friday
No matter what the weather, month or date
And the summer slowly faded into winter
With adolescent dreams and fancies in my head

But the journey it was forever constant
We tripped and stumbled yet carried on
And the 100 miles have turned into a million
But I'm still carrying on Mr. Brown

Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny to my name
Lord, I can′t go back home this ole way
This ole way, this ole way
This ole way, this ole way
Lord, I can't go back home this ole way

Oh the fragrance of the hills in my eyes
And the friendly whiff of Brandy in your breathe
As the years rolled by the toffees in my pocket
Turned into a packet of cigarettes

Then one fine day your piano turned silent
We bowed our head and sang a different song
You put me on the road to my horizon
And halfway disappeared Mr. Brown


If you missed this train I'm on
You will know that I have gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

Lord, I′m one, Lord, I′m two
Lord, I'm three, Lord, I′m four
Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home

Away from home, away from home
Away from home, away from home
Lord, I′m five hundred miles away from home