Passing Show

Dedicated with great respect to the late Ronnie Lane of Fishpool Cottage - musician, songwriter and sheep farmer.

He gave the Small Faces and the Faces some credible roots and he took his Slim Chance and Passing Show out on tours that mixed English and American music with circus and music hall.

He inspired the soul and the music of every ramshackle band I've played in.

He died in the Rocky Mountains well before his time and just when we needed his joyous music the most. But he believed in reincarnation, so maybe he's still around somewhere.

 

There’s no need to worry that the show is passing through

No need to wring your hands wondering what you’re gonna do

The caravan moves on but it comes back to you

Always one more for the road

 

Life is like a gypsy – it’s coming round again

The sweating and the fretting well it’s all done in vain

There’s nothing to be lost and there’s nothing to be gained

Always one more for the road

 

Just behind the mountain, in the clear country air

Underneath the plantation, it’s still waiting there

Down the Drum and Monkey you’re still rolling along

And the walls of the Fishpool still echo with the song

 

There’s sheep up on the hillside, there’s chicken in the yard

Underneath the winter sky the weather may hit hard

The future’s not the end though- it’s written in the cards

Always one more for the road

 

They’re pulling down the canvas, they’re folding up the tent

You spend a lifetime wondering where that lifetime went

The only money you’ve used well’s the money that you’ve spent

Always one more for the road

 

So have a drink on me friend and sing another song

Nothing lasts for ever, no nothing lasts that long

Every road will lead you home, no turning’s ever wrong

Always one more for the road

 

Just behind the mountain, in the clear country air

Underneath the plantation, it’s still waiting there

Down the Drum and Monkey you’re still rolling along

And the walls of the Fishpool still echo with the song