George "lucky" Blake
I was just a guy from Salford
Only married for a short while
When neville called upon me and sent up to camp Carlisle
They trained me to be a hero
But we didn't wear no cape
They gave us combat uniforms
And renamed me gunner Blake
A soldier friend returned from leave
His news left me in bits
The nazis came to Manchester
And rained the Salford blitz
We stole passes from our barracks
And chanced our arms awol
We hitched a ride to Bolton
I was 20 miles short
Via a train I got to Davies St
In the middle of the night
The whole of Salford seem on fire
Which set the sky alight
Half the house was bombed
Bricks scattered across the ground
I chambered on to find my wife but she could not be found
I crept passed the home guard post set up on my street
They were armed with rifles but lucky they were asleep
Suddenly it occurred to me to check the in-laws house
And there I found Alice my wife, sleeping on the couch
I stayed for 6 more days
Before I returned to hadrians camp
My comrads hid my bedding so I wouldn't be found out
I never was discovered I put that down to fate
They don't call me gunner anymore
I'm known as "lucky blake"