Lyrics

Left town the usual way,
thumb up, it was the end of the day.
Got a ride straight out of town,
where you heading, son?
I said, I'm going down
to the low valley, getting higher there,
in the low valley, ain't no way out, no way.

Spaniards and Porto and New Year's Tea,
a different year don't really mean much to me.
My five-string in pieces, my friends on glass,
I thought the Nazis were gone
but I guess they came back
to the low valley, putting out an evil stare,
in the low valley, ain't no way out, no way.

I was feeling kind of sad, blue, green and depressed,
got on the phone, phoned up Smoke Express,
what do you fancy, we'll bring it your way,
some Blonde Moroccan or some Black Bombay.

Well, we played in the town far away from the world,
into my mouth a flying spliff was hurled,
now I'm breathing her down and some bum said to me,
let's cash it all in and cross the North Sea
out of this low valley before we smoke ourselves away,
out of this low valley heading out on New Year's Day.

Miles of water, mist and steam,
don't open your eyes you might miss a dream,
pint after pint after pint from the tap,
young English lass, come sit on my lap.

So this is England, Humberside,
take off your belt and your shoe laces and come inside.
They gave me some tea and the warden said,
Deface these walls and you'll get prosecuted.

They sent me back to the Netherlands
two undercovers cuffed to my hand.
I never knew that a boat had a cell
we'll let you go, son, as soon as we set sail,
back to the low valley.