I'm going down to the Troubadour café
Through the mist of time I'll make my getaway
I going back to find those long lost happy days
Down at the Troubadour café
In Old Brompton Road by the Colehearn pub
Stood a coffee bar with a basement club
Every Saturday when the sun went down
At the Troubadour café that's where I'd be found
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Redd and Martin sang about sister Kate
Martin's trumpet sound made the room vibrate
Then a slow lament brought the crowd to hush
Soft and low it moved every one of us
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Every guest that sang brought their own panache
From Tom Paxton's songs to Diz Disley's jazz
And I can't forget all the friends I made
They're all with me still in every song I play
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Chris Flegg May 2007
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