The Birth of the Corries Blues lyrics

Well, at our first gig

I was a nervous wreck

Three chords, an old guitar, and money’s brass neck

They told us it was formal

So we rented ties and suits

But when we got there

They were all as pissed as newts

Oh mercy! Oh yeah!

What a gig that was!

And then the fighting broke out

A flying can of stout

Hit Ronnie on the snout

When we got thrown out!

Woe is me! No fee!

Well, we signed up with an agent

‘Cos he said he’d get us jobs

He booked us for a wedding

Some hifalutin’ snobs!

It was a fine occasion

But it seemed wrong to me

‘Cos the bride took a fancy to Ronnie

And the groom took a fancy to me.

Oh mercy! Oh yeah!

What a gig that was!

Now, the best man did his best

Hauled the bride off Ronnie’s chest

Told the groom to cool his lust

Couldn’t see our heels for dust!

Woe is me! No fee!

Well, we played some strange engagements

But we never got paid

Never got real booze

Never even got laid!

Things were getting desperate

And all our meals were tinned

We’d eat so many beans

They called us “blowin’ in the wind”

Oh mercy! Oh yeah!

What a gig that was!

Well, we even tried religion

Played for the Sally Ann

But all the gigs we got

Had to go into the can!

Woe is me! No fee!

Ah, but then we got discovered

Playing at a county ball

They thought they’d booked a duo

Called MacGregor & Hall!

We got some money

We even got some fame

We bought some new clothes

We even got a new name!

Oh mercy! And the Corries was born!

Ah, but things are just the same

When we get back to the nest

The kids hold out their hands

And the women take the rest!

Woe is me! There goes our fee!