Beautiful South - One Man's Rubbish lyrics

(Kilvington / Greaves) He picks up the pieces Of long gone days Of old fashioned people And old fashioned ways He picks up the pieces Where nothing remains And puts them away 'Til they're wanted again One for the memory One for the road One man's rubbish Is another man's gold He likes Hank Snow And Roy Orbison tunes He drinks whisky all night And he howls at the moon He sits by the Humber When days abate And thinks about the things That the world throws away One for the memory One for the road One man's rubbish Is another man's gold I'm thinking of a girl And the old river cries As she's standing on the bridge Of a barge going by I swear she waved at me Big ol' tears in her eyes And they're taking the coal to Newcastle One for the memory One for the road One man's rubbish Is another man's gold One for the memory One for the road One man's rubbish Is another man's gold