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Salesman Saint - Paul McCartney
Lyrics by:Paul McCartney
Composed by:Paul McCartney
Produced by:Paul McCartney/Andrew Watt
My father was a salesman
My mother was a saint
Working every God-given minute
To make enough to pay the rent
The war was nearly over
The peace would soon begin
Living on the edge of the city
When the roads were going in
They couldn't take any more
They couldn't take any more
But they had to
Carry on
They couldn't take any more
They couldn't take any more
But they had to carry on
Carry on
So they learned to carry on
With laughter and a song
To help them through the night
They're going to make it through
They're going to make it all right
The only entertainment a piano and a radio
Hot tea and cigarettes was enough to keep them on the go
Another generation yearning to be free
Learning how to keep it together and raise a family
They couldn't take any more
They couldn't take any more
But they had to
Carry on
They couldn't take any more
They couldn't take any more
But they had to carry on
Carry on