Devon Boy

Yeah, yeah Southwest, you know how we do

I'm just a Devon boy,

walking down the lane Watching all the green fields washing in the

rain

Yeah, a Devon boy,

cider in the glass Taking things slow,

letting everybody pass

From the coast of Croyde down to Dartmoor peak We don't rush

the words, we just let the silence speak Moorland mist on a

cold winter morning

No city rush, we don't need no warning

Rolling down the hills in a battered old estate Living on our

own time, never arriving late

I'm just a Devon boy,

walking down the lane

Watching all the green fields washing in the rain

Yeah, a Devon boy,

cider in the glass Taking things slow,

letting everybody pass

Past the stone-walled lanes and the thatched-roof pubs Far away from the

heavy neon of the clubs

We find our peace where the rivers start to bend Just a

simple country kid till the very end

Devon boy...

yeah

Just watching the rain fall