TERRY TUFTS - MARYLOU IN BURGUNDY

IRENE'S PUB, Ottawa, Ontario (Lyric below)
Filmed, mixed, and edited by RAY TURCOTTE
KATHRYN BRIGGS - keys
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MARYLOU IN BURGUNDY
I never will forget your way the first time that I met ya. Hey
The style on you sure took me by surprise.
In your eyes there was a spark and you was chasin' out the darkness from the room
Just like the moon upon the rise
And yer hair hung in dark tresses to yer shoulders at the neck as
You was checkin' out the room for just to see
And around yer arms and back with a flourish and a wrap
You wore a shawl of Royal Burgundy.
I believe the month was may and the weather was still grey.
I believe I played another new guitar.
I was workin' for the money and the music and the fun I had
Just learnin' how to play the local bars.
Just another av'rage ev'nin'. No one list'nin', no one leavin'
No one payin' much attention, even me.
Then I looked up and got an eyeful of Black Irish, so delightful
In a shawl of Royal Burgundy
CHORUS
I've felt the sun on my face
And the rain's cool embrace,
Seen more places anyone could ever see
But I've never in my life
Seen anything that's half as nice
As seein' Marylou in Burgundy.
If you've ever lost the lyric to the melody you're playin'
Well you really get a sense of where you are.
And you gave me such a glare when you saw that I was star'n' at ya
Then turned around and sat down at the bar.
So I ducked back in my song but I looked up before too long
And shortly after turned about three shades of green
'Cause then he walks in from the cold and throws an arm about the shoulder
Of the Irish in the shawl of burgundy
REPEAT CHORUS
I got to travel quite a bit. I got to work a wee bit more.
One day I fin'ly got to get out of the bars.
It was life and love and laughter, dreams of happy ever after.
It was wanderlust and too many guitars.
Now it's a warm chair by the fire and a slow pull on the briar
And the charm of an inspirin' memory.
See I've still never in my life seen anything that's half as nice
As Marylou in burgundy
REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
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