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The fate of a roving gambler
Is waiting down the bloodthirsty highway
The highway is my home, I'm a rambler
And I have to pay the devil every day

Now if I should owe a friend a million dollars
He knows my guarantee is sound
If we should get hijacked by robbers

01. Chet Atkins Intro
02. Walk Of Life
03. Rudiger
04. I’m The Fool
05. Last Exit to Brooklyn
06. Romeo And Juliet
07. Band Introduction
08. Done With Bonaparte

01. Darling Pretty
02. Walk of Life
03. Imelda
04. The Bug
05. Rudiger
06. Je Suis Desole
07. Calling Elvis
08. Ole, ole, ole

01. Intro
02. Darling Pretty
03. Walk Of Life
04. Imelda
05. The Bug
06. Rudiger
07. Je Suis Desole
08. Calling Elvis

01. Why aye man
02. Walk of life
03. What it is
04. Sailing to Philadelphia
05. Romeo and Juliet
06. Sultans of swing
07. Done with Bonaparte
08. Song for Sonny Liston

5.15 a.m.
snow laying all around
a collier cycles home
from his night shift underground
past the silent pub
primary school, workingmens club
on the road from the pithead
the churchyard packed

Snow laying all around
A collier cycles home
From his night shift underground
Past the silent pub
Primary school, workingmens club
On the road from the pithead
The churchyard packed
With mining dead

This empty kitchen's where
I'd wile away the hours
Just next to my old chair
You'd usually have some flowers

The shelves of books
Even the picture hooks
Everything is gone

My darling girl
My darling girl
You're all that matters
In this wicked world
All that matters
All that matters
My darling boy
My darling boy

Around the time of 'clambake'
Movie number twenty-five
You and the lying dutchman
Are still in overdrive
You're as strong as when you started
Mississippi in your soul
You can still be marlon brando
And the king of rock and roll

We don't eat in no white restaurant
We're eating in the car
Baloney again, baloney again
We don't sleep in no white hotel bed
We're sleepin' in the car, baloney again
You don't strut around in these country towns
You best stay in the car
Look on ahead don't stare around

Before gas and TV
Before people had cars
We’d sit round the fires
Pass around a guitar
Remembering songs
When my daddy was home
He’d play along
On the spoons and a comb

This didn’t used to be me, old boy
This isn’t what I’d want
pulling old night fighters
in a restaurant
There’s smoke and flames behind me
where the self-respect all went
and I’m behind, behind
with the rent

Beryl was on another level
When she got a Booker medal
She was dead in her grave
After all she gave
After all she gave
Beryl, every time they'd overlook her
When they gave her a Booker
She was dead in her grave

Blood and water bound to overflow
Blood and water bound to overflow
Well there's no more high water
But the Old Man's just waiting, I know

He was sent up on the levee
Now they've gone up country
They won't do nothing for you now

Got crows in my pasture
Rats in my barn
Crows in my pasture, babe
Rats in my barn
If I was you, little bluebird
I’d up and find another farm

I’ve got nightshade in my meadow

i’m going to san bernardino
ring-a-ding-ding
milkshake mixers
that’s my thing, now
these guys bought
a heap of my stuff
and i gotta see a good thing
sure enough, now

Эта песня о Рэйе Кроке, человеке, который сделал МакДональдс всемирным концерном.

/Boom, ось так!/

Я збираюся їхати до Сан-Бернардіно по окружній.
Моя справа зараз - змішувати молочні коктейлі.
Ці хлопці купили купу моїх речей
І, звичайно, Я повинен добре бачити, тепер.

Southern bound from Glasgow town, she's shining in the sun
I'm ensconced in mercy , on the border run
We're whistling down the hillsides and tearing up the climbs
I'm just a thiever, stealing time
In the Border Reiver.

Three hundred thousand on the clock and plenty more to go
Crash, box and leave her she needs the healing tow

Calling elvis - is anybody home

Calling elvis - Im here all alone

Did he leave the building

Or can he come to the phone

Camerado
See that cloud across the sun
Ain't too many places left to run
There was a time when we'd go anywhere the wind would blow
Camerado

Camerado
They are fencing off the plains

Well he's daddy's little boy he plays with his toys
He holds on to his daddy's hand
His daddy says sonny you're a big strong boy
You're gonna be a big strong man
And they go play catch they go play ball
They go take a walk along the sand
Big strong daddy and a big strong boy
Living in a big strong land

I keep a weather eye on the horizon, my back to the wall
I like to know who's coming through the door, that's all
It's the old army training kicking in
I'm not complaining, it's the world we live in

Blarney and Malarkey, they're a devious firm
They'll take you to the cleaners or let you burn
The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen - thanks a lot

Look at me Coyote
Don't let a little road dust put you off
You can't judge a book
Well you know that stuff
There's a tear in my upholstery
And a hole in my shoe
But don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do

Oh, you’re gonna miss your daddy when he’s gone
When he’s gone
Yeah, you’re gonna miss your daddy when he’s gone
When he’s gone
Daddy’s gone down that Gallatin road
The hen never laid and the corn never growed
Oh, you’re gonna miss your daddy when he’s gone

It's time to come away, darling pretty
It's time to come away on the changing tide
Time to come away, darling pretty
I need you darling, by my side

Heal me with a smile, darling pretty
Heal me with a smile and a heart of gold
Carry me awhile, darling pretty

Well I have been it every since I was a kid at school
Now they love me in Newcastle and in Liverpool
I am as hard as a pistol I can't do no wrong
I've been in Birmingham and Bristol to play my song

Take the 777 to the USA gonna party all night and gonna sleep all day
Seen the New York City cause I never been
New York City in a limousine

don't often open up
this floor
since i handed in my gun
what all these
keys are for
now my tour of duty's done
you got to know
the swutches

Well, look out the window
Never saw so much rain
You better get down to the station
If you want to catch that train
So long, I guess that's that
Hey, hey, don't forget your hat

Well, you don't call the action

Mark Knopfler
Done With Bonaparte

We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet release
And our grande armee is dressed in rags

Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Play that big grand coulee dam
Nobody loves like an irishman
Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone

Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone

Well, look out the window
Never saw so much rain
You better get down to the station
If you want to catch that train
So long, I guess that's that
Hey, hey, don't forget your hat

Well, you don't call the action

We run along easy at periscope depth
Sun dappling through clear water
So went the dream of the drowned submariner
Far away from the slaughter

Your hair is a strawflower that sings in the sun
My darling, my beautiful daughter
So went the dream of the drowned submariner

Your date has gone home

Now youre left on your own sweet own

Your tough-talkin friend

Split on you in the bitter end

i got shot off my horse
so what? i'm up again
and playing
in one of these
big saloons on main
you can come up here
take a look
around these sinners' dens

Fare thee well, Northumberland

Come drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my river Tyne
For some dawn town that's God-forsaken
Fare thee well, Northumberland

Although I'll go where the lady takes me

The day’s been a while fading
Seems like we have slowed
My eyes are getting weary
Can barely see the road
Been a while since we left behind the city lights
There’s just a line winding through the night

Yesterday’s lie scattered

Hammer on a skillet up they come
Showman whanging on a ballyhoo drum
Watch out, people I'm a greedy man
Swallowed all the fishes in the frying pan
Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood

Chicken on a hotplate gobbledegook
Come on up, honey and take a look

I'm better with my muscles
Than I am with my mouth
I worked the fairgrounds in the summer
And go pick fruit down south

And when I'm feel them chilly winds
Where the weather goes I follow
Pack up my traveling things go with the swallows

I had to leave for certain
I like to come back now and then
Maybe I'm just returning
So I can leave again

The wind comes softly blowing
From the cold grey sea

She was swinging by the bangles in a main street store
A while before we met
The most dangerous angels that you ever saw
She spied her amulet

And she took a loop of leather for around her neck
And that was then the start
The most dangerous lady on her quarter deck

Beer and wine, waste of time
What have you got handy
Got any whisky, got any gin, have you got any brandy

Don't lock me out
Don't leave me in the cold
If you'll only take me back
I'll be good as gold

Well if you ain't got whiskey
Don't tell me that you ain't got gin
If you ain't got whiskey
Don't tell me that you ain't got gin
Well I got to have something
Need to get my medicine

Well I can play your fish fry

Well they fly past the ghettos and the factories
Ridin' on the gravy train
Leaving all the places that they really ought to brave
Ridin' on the gravy train
Past the coal mines black and scarred
Starter houses in the loading yard
On the gravy train, on the gravy train

I've got latches for windows
Handles for doors
Grinders and scrapers
And sanders for floors

Rake for the gravel
Chains for the snow
Always got the shovel

It was a windless night when you left the ship
You never were a steady bold one
I gave my hand, ah, but you did slip
I'm a living man and you're a cold one
Haul away, haul away for home

My love's as fair as a girl can be
My wedding ring is a heavy gold one

You can tell me your troubles
I’ll listen for free
My regulars trust me, it seems
You can come and see Uncle
to get through the week
leave your pledges with me to redeem
Some folk sell their bodies
for ten bob a go

I'm going into Tow Law
For what I need
Chain for the ripsaw
Killer for the weed
The dog's at the back door
Leave him be
Don't feed him Jack
And don't wait up for me

Home Boy
Not exactly on a roll here
Just growing old here
Home Boy

Home Boy
You've not been catching many waves here
Not been catching many trains

She came on the river
With a gift for me
I'm in way deep
That's how it has to be
It's hot in the desert
But I'm cool in the zone
People call me lucky

All The Roadrunning

A million miles our vagabond heels
Clocked up beneath the clouds
They're counting down to show time
When we do it for real with the crowds
Air miles are owing
But they don't come for free

Well, all down the 40 I never used to lift
Thirteen gears, double clutch shift
All those horses underneath the hood
I don't do it no more but I used to could

GMC Cannonball going like a train
All down the 40 in the driving rain
All those horses underneath the hood

I never thought I'd be the one
To be the raging bull
There'd always be a smoking gun
Who'd up and lose his cool
I never thought I'd have to say
I'm sorry, my love, because
I'm the fool I never
Fool I never thought I was

my famous last words
are laying around in tatters
sounding absurd
whatever i try
but i love you
and that's all that really matters
if this is goodbye
if this is goodbye

She's going shopping shopping for shoes
She wants them in magenta and caribbean blue
Platinum and buttercup lilac and black
They fill a bucket up and laugh behind her back
Imelda baby Imelda baby what to do
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you

In New York and Paris on the Champs Elysée

We are leaving, leaving
Leaving on the tide
Come and stand beside me love
The water is so wide
You can hear the sailors calling
At the dawning of the day
Yesterday is falling, love
And je suis désolé, je suis désolé

The high priest of money looks down on the river
The dawn coming up on his kingdom of gold
When the rim of the sun sends an arrow of silver
He prays to the gods of the bought and the sold

He turns to his symbols, his ribbons of numbers
They circle and spin on their mystical scroll
He looks for a sign while the city still slumbers

Laughs and jokes
And drinks and smokes
And no lights on the stairs
We were young, so young
And always broke
Not that we ever cared
Not that we ever cared

When it’s pop goes the weasel
Let go of the easel
You don’t want
This rickety rackety life
It’s seat of the trousers
It’s all sink or swim, son
I’d kill to get crimson
On this palette knife

I’m a maker of ballads right pretty
I write theme right here in the street
You can buy theme all over the city
Yours for a penny a sheet
I’m a word pecker out of the printers
Out of the dens of Gin Lane
I’ll write up a scene on a counter
Confessions and sins in the main,

Roll out here mister
If you need a little rest
Lay me down in Marbletown
A bone yard is the best

There was a bad bull on the railroad
Tried to pull me off this train
Lay me down in Marbletown

Yearning we were yearning
Green light blinding on the rail
Burning we were burning
And the line unwinding to the Holy Grail
To the future gleaming on a blue horizon
And a golden girl on golden sand
Dreaming fantasizing
In another world from Metroland

Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
You never used to look behind you, that isn't what you'd do
Didn't leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues

Who's gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
Who's gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
You never used to look behind you, that isn't what you'd do

The chisels are calling
It`s time to make sawdust
Steely reminders of things left to do
Monteleone
A mandolin`s waiting for you

My fingerplane's working
Gentle persuasion

Well he's a big star now
But I've been a fan of his for years
The way he sings and plays guitar
Still brings me to tears

I wouldn't want to be a big deal
I wouldn't want to be a celebrity
I spend my life building ships of steel

Nobody's got the gun
Nobody's trying to get the drop on anyone
Nobody's standing out on main street
With the sun blazing down
Saying "There's only room for one of us in this here town"
Nobody's got the be the number one
Nobody's got the gun

I can get you what you want at the market
As long as you have the price
The colonel is the governor
He steals from his own supply
The jailhouse is full of small fry
Who never did much wrong
All the big fish swam away
All long gone

Here's one of the two of us
In 1954 don't laugh
I keep all of the pictures
Are you going to take a photograph
Here's something nice for you
A dear old thing came to a show
Last time here we did
An interview on local radio

It's the end of a perfect day for all the surfer boys and girls
The suns dropping down in the bay and falling off the world
There's a diamond in the sky, our evening stone in our Shangri-La

Get that fire burning strong right here and right now
Its here and then its gone, theres no secret anyhow.
We may never love again to the music of guitars in our Shangri-La

When i leave this world behind me
To another i will go
If there are no pipes in heaven
I`ll be going down below

If friends in time be severed
Someday we will meet again
I`ll return to leave you never

One thing was leading to the next
I bit off more than I could chew
I had the power to sign the cheques
It wasn't difficult to do
I couldn't stay and face the music
So many reasons why
I won't be sending postcards
From Paraguay

one thing was leading to the next
i bit off more than i could chew
i had the power to sign the cheques
it wasn’t difficult to do
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay

We Only Knew Each Other By Letter
I Went To Meet Her Off The Train
When The Smoke Had Cleared And The Dust Was
Still

She Was Standing There And Speaking My Name
I Guarantee She Looked Like An Angel
I Couldn't Think Of What I Should Say

I’ve been under the motor, she’s losing oil
Running on lies and alcohol
I’m going, boys I’m going
Soon as we’re done, we’re pulling down the ride
As soon as we'’e done, pulling down the ride

I ain’t standing you no more rounds
No more stuffing your pockets with pounds

They’re driving long nail into coffins
You’ve been having sleepless nights
You’ve gone as quiet as a church mouse
And checking on your rights
The boss has hung you out to dry
And it looks as though
Punish the monkey
And let the organ grinder go

You got your toecaps reinforced with steel
Hard wearing sole and heel
Make those tired feet feel like new
Take your pick, black or brown
Great for the country or the man in town
You're gonna need a quality shoe

You don't want no stand by pair

You've got to have no credit cards
To know how good it feels
The howling of the bridges
The sidewalks bound with steel
Sitting on the sidewalk
With a party to arrange
May you never change

Hunted down, I came upon
A place of ferns and grass
Gathered to a redbud tree
And now their footsteps pass
Where I crouch in dread
Discovery my certain death
Her leaves reaching for my head
As I suspend my breath

On your maypole green
see the winding morris men
Angry Alfie, Bill and Ken
waving hankies, sticks and boots
- all the earth and roots

Standing at the crease
the batsman takes a look around

A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Finds a street light, steps out of the shade
Says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"

Juliet says, "Hey it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack"
He's underneath the window, she's singing, "Hey la, my boyfriend's back
You shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that"

Rudiger stands in the rain and the snow
Collector of autographs
Names upon photographs
Faces of people who everyone knows
Rudiger lives in a place on his own
Briefcase and spectacles
Strange and respectable
He knows the meaning of being alone

I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth...

These tables are haunted
By the ghost of Las Vegas
Their chips were once mountains
But they came here to play
They could take me if they wanted
But I have nothing worth counting
And like the sands of Nevada
They go drifting away

Above the bar the TVs are showing the game
But we're not watching it, we're hardly focussing
Through the windows in the fading day
1st Avenue is turning grey
Do you ever look at me and see another man
Let's get two more beers and try to make a plan
Sometimes it feels as though I have a key
But every time I try it it won't turn for me

On Silvertown Way, the cranes stand high
Quiet and gray against the still of the sky
They won't quit and lay down though the action has died
They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side

From the poisinous drains a vision appears
New circle of cranes, a new reason to be here
A big silver dome rising up into the dawn

You can hire and fire, wheel and deal
Run your streets with a fist of steel
But you're small potatoes
Strictly nickel and dime, nickel and dime
Small potatoes, small time

You can raise an army on a town
Be the rent collector, come around

So Far From The Clyde

They had a last supper
the day of the beaching
She's a dead ship sailing
- skeleton crew
The galley is empty
the stove pots are cooling

so many mouths
to feed on the farm
sonny was the second
to the last one born
his mamma ran away
and his daddy beat him bad
and he grew up wild
good love he never had

After two thousands came thousands and one
To be the new champions, we were there for to run
From springtime in Arizona, 'til the fall in Monterey
And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought 'em all the way

It was in Phoenix in the morning, I had a wakeup call
She went around the without a warning and put me in the wall
I drove at Long Beach California with three cracked vertebrae

Brew the coffee in a bucket
Double straight man and banjo
If you don’t got the snake oil
Buster, you don’t got a show
Who puts the doh-re-me
In our pockets
Keeps the party going on?
It’s the man

Somebody's gotta crack
A whip around here
Who's minding the store?
Shake it up sell some beer
What's your
Money maker for?
Pay day
We're packin' 'em in

You get a shiver in the dark
It's a raining in the park but meantime-
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie, double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring

Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down

Well, gimme a little loving in the morning
I want a little loving like us
But you wanna get a-loving in the evening
When I wanna get some loving in the day
I tell her that I'm working in the morning
I tell her that I gotta get my rest
She tells me she's a-working on her loving
And she tells me that my loving is the best

In summer ’63 I was staying alive
Hanging at the races, hoping to drive
When they were done with the weekend and Loading the cars
I couldn’t get a pass so I went to the bar

I’m up in the corner nursing a beer
Who should come laughing and joking in here
But Bobby Brown, the winner of the sports car race

When I gave my heart
To a tinker boy
He said a fish could love a swallow
And I will go with my travelling man
Wherever he goes I will follow

He will mend
Your pots and pans

Sunday morning, here we are
The boy’s come home
Not quite the movie star

He’s been in Hollywood
The boy’s come home
The boy’s done good

When Jack Frost came for Christmas
With a brass monkey date
The rail-king and the scarecrow
Hopped a Florida freight
And they blew on their paper cups
And stared through the steam
Then they drank half a bottle
Of Ragpicker's Dream

The scaffolder’s wife
Driving out of the yard
With a face that’s as hard
As a scaffolder’s bar –
When she goes into town
She might take the top down
On the car

we’re taking on water - diesel and stores
laying up awhile - before i’m back on board
they’re patching her up - to go fishing again - fishing again
welding her rudder - scrubbing her keel
scars on her belly - need time to heal
in the dock - with the trawlermen

I know all the people - there’s nobody new

Everybody wants their time in the sun, time in the sun
You've got it now, your time in the sun, time in the sun

Time in the sun
Time in the sun

Round here you don't get Time in the sun, time in the sun
Don't get the ball, you don't get to run, time in the sun

True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade

I wonder if there’s no forever
- no walking hand in hand

The Everly Brothers are back in town my friend
Will they ever be, they may never be back again
First time around
They all loved their sound
They're back in town my friend
Their daddy took them to the county fair
Especially to see them from Tennessee
They were there (They ... out?)

Now you can do the watusi
You can do it if you try
Any puppy dog or pussy
Can do the jerk or do the fly
Now you can do the wooly bully
But can you pull the wooly wooly
Can you wag, can you wag the dog
You got the shimmy and the hustle

Big black cloud
On a yellow plain
Sure enough it
Looks like rain
Packin' up all our
Faith and trust
Me and the wanderlust

We're old enough for leaving home
The old Joanna and the old trombone
It's all going on, I'm growing my sideboards long
Hey, you and me can be who we want to be

Listen now, right here
It's gonna be a beautiful year

Now if I was to sing for you
A song you never heard
And give it to you my finest treasure
Would you look at what I bring to you
Turn without a word
Leave me at your gate
Keep me waiting at your pleasure

The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into

Maybe I'm bound to wander
From one place to the next
Heaven knows why
But in the wild blue yonder
Your star is fixed
in my sky

Just another bar at a crossroads

if i'm over the moon
it's because i'm over you
a day at a time
and i'm tickety-boo
i don't carry on
the way i used to
whoop de doo
whoop de doo

Why aye man

We had no way of staying afloat
We had to leave on the ferry boat
Economic refugees
On the run to Germany
We had the back of Maggie's hand
Times were tough in Geordieland

Pennies from heaven
Don't make me laugh
Here all you'll get
Is the pattering rain
Or yon two crows up over the hill
Looking for winterkill
Always at your boots
The mud behind the byre

You can't fool a fooler
I can tell
When a John got jazzed
By a Jezebel

You can't beat the house
You can't beat the house
Tell the man, somebody

What do you know about the hammer and the spike
What do you know about the farm
You don't know
You don't know what it's like
Because you don't know
You don't know you're born

What do you know about the hammer and the chisel

All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes roars dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis and the whores
Are only taking calls for cash

All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes roars dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis and the whores
Are only taking calls for cash