Shirt Of Blue
The Men They Couldn't Hang Lyrics


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Hey now Tommy have you got a new shirt
Is it the colour of fine bright blue?
Has your mother sent you off to your school?
From the street with a pretty view

Shall we wrestle in the old school yard
Like the other children do?
We can scuff these shoes You can tear your hands
And I'll rip that shirt off you

Hey there Tommy since you moved away
They've taken our town and they've made it new
And now there stands a chemical plant
Where the cherry orchard grew
And I married Lucy from the back of our class
Who once wrote letters to you
And we've got kids and we send them to school
From the street with a pretty view
Oh in your shirt of blue
Oh in your shirt of blue

(Chorus...)
Maybe Tommy
We grew up too quick
From the fields
Where the flowers grow
From a butterfly stick
To a baton and a brick
You changed your uniforms far too soon

Hey there Tommy shall we meet again
In the morning wet with dew
Me at the gates of the colliery
And you in your shirt of blue
Shall we wrestle in the muddy patch
Like the other poor men do?
We can scuff our boots we can tear our hands
And I will rip that shirt off you
Oh in your shirt of blue
Oh in your shirt of blue





Chorus to End...

Overall Meaning

The Men They Couldn't Hang's "Shirt of Blue" is a poignant song that speaks to the lost innocence of childhood and how it contrasts with adult life. The song revolves around two characters, the singer and Tommy, childhood friends who played together in the streets and in the old school yard. The lyrics start out by asking Tommy if he's got a new, fine and bright blue shirt, and if he's still going to school from the street with a pretty view. Then it transitions to how things have changed since they've grown up and moved away, as a chemical plant has replaced the old cherry orchard where they once played. The singer's life has turned out differently than Tommy's, as he ended up marrying Lucy from the back of their class and now has kids who go to school from the street with a pretty view just like they did as children.


The chorus speaks to the fact that perhaps they grew up too quickly, from the innocent and carefree life of playing with butterfly sticks and flowers in the fields to the harsh realities of adult life, where they have to change their uniforms too soon, a metaphor for growing up too fast. The last verse suggests a desire to return to those simpler times, as they want to meet again in the morning wet with dew, and wrestle in the muddy patch like other poor men do, fully remembering the days when their clothes were less precious and easily torn.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey now Tommy have you got a new shirt
Tommy, have you bought a new shirt?


Is it the colour of fine bright blue?
Is it an attractive light blue color?


Has your mother sent you off to your school?
Did your mother buy you the shirt for school?


From the street with a pretty view
From a street with a nice view


Shall we wrestle in the old school yard
Should we play fight in the school yard?


Like the other children do?
Like how other kids play fight?


We can scuff these shoes You can tear your hands
We can make our shoes and hands dirty and torn


And I'll rip that shirt off you
And I'll tear your shirt off


Hey there Tommy since you moved away
Tommy, since you left


They've taken our town and they've made it new
The town has been renovated


And now there stands a chemical plant
There's now a chemical plant there


Where the cherry orchard grew
Where the cherry orchard once stood


And I married Lucy from the back of our class
I married Lucy who sat in the back of our class


Who once wrote letters to you
Who used to write letters to you


And we've got kids and we send them to school
We have kids and send them to school


From the street with a pretty view
From a street with a nice view


Oh in your shirt of blue
Oh, in your blue shirt


(Chorus...)
Refrain


Maybe Tommy
Perhaps, Tommy


We grew up too quick
We grew up too fast


From the fields
From the countryside


Where the flowers grow
Where the flowers bloom


From a butterfly stick
From a stick to catch butterflies


To a baton and a brick
To a baton and a brick


You changed your uniforms far too soon
You started wearing adult clothes too soon


Hey there Tommy shall we meet again
Tommy, should we meet again


In the morning wet with dew
In the morning with dew on the ground


Me at the gates of the colliery
Me at the entrance of the coal mine


And you in your shirt of blue
And you wearing the blue shirt


Shall we wrestle in the muddy patch
Should we wrestle in the muddy area?


Like the other poor men do?
Like how other poor men fight?


We can scuff our boots we can tear our hands
We can damage our boots and hands


And I will rip that shirt off you
And I will tear your shirt off


Oh in your shirt of blue
Oh, in your blue shirt


Oh in your shirt of blue
Oh, in your blue shirt


(Chorus to End...)
Refrain until the end of the song




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63CaptainKirk

..einfach ein genialer song, zeitlos, wird immer einer meiner Favoriten bleiben.....

1963johnbhoy

Camper Van Beethovenesque brilliant stuff from both.

TheWeardale1

perfect, my introduction into TMTCH... :)

Achim Maier

How much is this attitude needed today? Praise BoJo...

Chris McCrory

Still so strong.... Red kite rising is heart 💓 warming and as always 📣✊ relevant

Achim Maier

@Chris McCrory Is heart warming enough? I think we need stronger feelings - and a kind of feelings that isn't offered today. We need an international confederacy of workers to resist an international confederacy of capitalists.

wizemanCGC

they say the only bad thing about thatcher going to hell is that the poverty rate there skyrocketed when she got there

Robert Beardsell

But it's HELL, so no problem: all part of the punishment!

John Mcgrath

Rip cush

olafur tor jonsson

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