Not The One for You ( with added banjos! )

On Saturday James Whyte and I made our banjo debut with this song at Out of the Bedroom:

If you’re interested in the story, here are the lyrics:

I Am Not the One for You

Let me tell you a story
Let me mess with your heads
I know it’s tough since the captain deserted
And worse since the quartermaster’s dead
But if I tell it too slowly
And if I tell it untrue
March me out of this tent and string me up, boys
‘Cause I am not the one for you

She was an artist from Hungary
He was a grunt just like us
They came, they saw, they got down to it
With the minimum of fuss
She tended all his abrasions
He let her do what an artist has to do
Till one night she came home and said ‘It’s over –
I am not the one for you’

He fell back on the sofa
Asking what it was that he’d done wrong
She took a knife from the kitchen
Put on a country western song
She held the knife to her pretty throat
Then the doorbell rang right on cue
She fled out past the double glazing salesman
Crying ‘ I am not the one for you. ‘

For forty days and nights he mourned her
Then he  got on with his life
He found a girl with career prospects
Who accepted a position as his wife
But as the night fell around them
And the soothing sound from the baby alarm came through
He looked down at the sleeping face beside him
And whispered ‘ I am not the one for you ‘

It was me, boys, that found her in Budapest
She tried to get me to dance to her tune
I used my diplomatic immunity
To remain diplomatically immune
For when there’s fire in your belly, boys
You need iron in your backbone, yes you do
I walked right up to those deep dark eyes and I said
‘I am not the one for you.’

I woke up in her bed the next morning
Took her back to him later the same day
I know in my heart one day he’ll kill her
But I guess that’s just the price you pay
When the sun comes up we’re moving to the front, boys
The orders are just coming through
So you can run with me or you can run the other way
And say I am not the one for you

Now the story the lieutenant told haunted me
As I lay dying in the mud
My family, my days in double glazing
The memories seeped away like my blood
And when I left my body, somewhere far away
She left her body too
And we walked into the light, me and the artist
That’s my story, and every word is true.

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