Lonely eyes, looking around,
won't you tell me what you see?
I've seen so many changes,
things ain't what they used to be
Playing the blues for Paris Hughes
and I'm singing in the street
The people I knew
ain't the people I know ain't
the people I used to meet
Soul Jack, Soul Jack,
I hear he's leaving town
So called hall of famers
and all's in being pushed around
He's heading for the West Country
where the stuff of letters all gets on
And as he leaves he's wondering
where the people are that used to be
London town has fallen down,
the folksies disappeared
There was no place that he could go,
and the disco bars are weird
Look at all those Bowie boys
with different shades of eyes
You cannot know what life's about
if you haven't even tried
Soho Jack, Soho Jack,
I hear he's leavin' town
Slick off all the vagueness and lows
and bein' pushed around
He's hittin' for the West Country
with his duffel and his old guitar
And as he leaves he's wondering
where the people are that
used to be
And now he's down in Basel
with his back against the grind
Playing to the fishermen
and laughing all the time
The seagulls flying overhead
are joining in his song
You'll have to throw me in the sea
if you want to put me on
Soho Jack, Soho Jack,
I hear he's leaving town
Sick of all the bankruptcy laws
and being pushed around
He's sittin' for the whiskey
with his snuffin' and his old guitar
And as he leaves he's wonderin'
where the people are that used to be
Uh -huh, he's leavin' town
and he's never comin' back
Uh -huh, uh -huh,
he's leavin' town
and he's never comin' back
Uh -huh, uh -huh,
he's leavin' town
and he's never comin' back
A ha, a ha, he's
a leavin' town