Artist : KNOPFLER, MARK
Album : Privateering
Early in the morning
Going to meet a man
Wants a truck unloading
For cash-in-hand
You don't ask questions
When there's nothing in the bank
Got to feed the kids
And put the diesel in the tank

Bacon, egg and sausage
Double chips and beans
Tea and bread and butter
And a day on the machines
Christmas is coming
With the final demand
What you got going
For cash in hand

So it ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
It ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City

Early in the morning
Where the trucks all stand
I've got a pocket full of folding
And a pair of jerry cans
I've got to keep it going
They're laying off at Ford
I'm only one step ahead
Of my room and board

So it ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
It ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City

Early in the morning
Going to meet a man
Wants a truck unloading
For cash-in-hand
You don't ask questions
When there's nothing in the bank
Got to feed the kids
And put the diesel in the tank

So it ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
It ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City

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Artist : KNOPFLER, MARK
Album : Privateering
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 leans into my collar
Starts whispering to me

Go, love, if you're going
You keep looking down the track
Go, love, if you're going
I'll be here when you come back

Go, love, if you're going
Go, love, if you're going

So go, love, if you're going
Don't stay on account of me
Go, love, if you're going
If that's the way it's got to be

Go, love, if you're going
You keep looking down the track
Go, love, if you're going
I'll be here when you come back

Go, love, if you're going
Go, love, if you're going

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Artist : KNOPFLER, MARK
Album : Privateering
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
But I say you make your own

I'm on a roll
Yeah, I'm on a roll
I'm runnin' hot
Baby, am I hot or what?

This is outrageous
I got all kinds of stuff
Can I dodge bullets
And can I bluff
Hot shots keep on a' coming
Looking for a fight
But the names are going down
To the left and to the right

And I'm on a roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on a roll
I'm runnin' hot
Baby, am I hot or what?

It gets dark at night
That's how it goes
It gets cold in winter
Don't be surprised if it snows
You wanna play Hold'em
With my friend Mr Chan
If you lose your stack, well
You sure can't blame the man

Ha! ha! ha!
Ha! ha! ha!
I'm runnin' hot
Baby, am I hot or what?

They play with me a while
I'll read 'em like a book
Let's go have a drink or two
And talk about the scalps I took
I got a big old stack
I had me a big old day
Tomorrow I go back
Gonna take it all the way

'Cos I'm on a roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on a roll
I'm runnin' hot
Baby, am I hot or what?
I said I'm runnin' hot, baby
Baby, am I hot or what?

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Artist : KNOPFLER, MARK
Album : Privateering
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
With its clammy hold
Would mock you up a grave
Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold

And all you'll bring to this
Is muscle and grit
Persistence, that's just about it
What made you think
There'd be a living in sheep?
Eat, work, eat, work and sleep

Duck under the eaves
Of the bothy
To sit here, caged by rain
Somewhere to go conjure
A next move
When I have to think again
The dog lifts his gaze to plead
Believes the wizard has a magic stick
Leans his weight into my tweed
I give an unholy hand to lick

I take a swig of sheep dip
From my flask
And once again I ask
What made you think
There'd be a living in sheep?
Eat, work, eat, work and sleep

They were at this game
Two hundred years ago
Had thirty ways
Of dying young, poor souls
Laid to rest in their soggy rows
Rain on their holy books
Blood and whisky
On the tongue
And no-one watching over anyone
No-one left but your stubborn one
And the crows and rooks

Ah, the dying young
Well I'm not done
You watch me and I'll watch thee
I can still work for two men
And drink for three

And I raise my flask
To the clearing skies
To you, sweepers
You carrion spies
To scavenge and survive
If you can do it so can I

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Artist : KNOPFLER, MARK
Album : Privateering
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
Seattle - you've got to love the rain
And we both love rain
We both love rain

We watched the city skyline from the ferry deck
And you put your arms around my neck
We talked of looking just out of town
Now it's looking like a dream shot down
I still believe that there's somewhere for us
But now it's something that we don't discuss
And you're the best thing I ever knew
Stay with me, baby, and we'll make it to
We'll make it to
Seattle - you've got to love the rain
And we both love rain
We both love rain
Seattle - I want you just the same
And we both love rain
We both love rain

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Artist : KNOPFLER, MARK
Album : Privateering
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
And the ribbons and the river forever unroll
In his kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold

On the horizon an enemy haven
Sends traces of smoke high up into the sky
A pack of dog jackals and a rabble of ravens
Who'll come for his fortress, his castle on high
In his kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold

His axes and armour will conquer these devils
The turbulent raiders will falter and fall
Their leaders be taken, their camps burned and levelled
They'll hang in the wind from his citadel walls
In his kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold

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Artist : KNOPFLER, MARK
Album : Privateering
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
Play for change in town
I can play your fish fry
I can play for change in town
Well I got to have something
Keep me from going down

Well let me play you one thing
Somebody must have just got paid
Yeah, let me play you one thing
Somebody must have just got paid
Well I got to have something
Even if I don't get laid

Yes, 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
Yeah, I got to have something
Need to get my medicine

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Artist : KNOPFLER, MARK
Album : Privateering
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

I stay out when I want to
Still she takes me back
Don't know another girl
Would cut me so much slack
Every wounded soldier
Needs a lady with a light
To help him through the night

So blow a kiss to Radio City
My forever silhouette
Oh, you are so pretty
My beautiful Rockette
You've got my arms
And the crosstown horns
Going on - we've got it going on

Have I got you a river view
This one tops the list
Got a head full of you
And Irish Mist
I know I owe it
To the lady by the sea
Who still looks out for me

So blow a kiss to Radio City
My forever silhouette
Oh, you are so pretty
My beautiful Rockette
You've got my arms
And the crosstown horns
Going on - we've got it going on

You've got my arms
And the crosstown horns
Going on - we've got it going on
We've got it going on

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Artist : KNOPFLER, MARK
Album : Privateering
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 don't do it no more but I used to could

Well I don't hang around 'cause it ain't no good
Like the big bad wolf in the neighborhood
Chasin' after Little Red Riding Hood
I don't do it no more but I used to could

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Artist : KNOPFLER, MARK
Album : Privateering
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
Mighty fine weather this time of year
Shake a tail feather you chicken you hear
Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood

Chicken on a hotplate it's gonna dance
Gonna lose these chickens my first chance
Don't you know I'm a flim flam man
A chicken show it ain't worth a damn
Gator blood, I got gator blood

I got a country boy, he's a bird who sings
Butter paddle, buck 'n wing
Kid's got a winner bonafide hit
I'm gonna have my dinner on a spit
Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood

Hoopla, humbug, howdy-do
Gonna make you into chicken stew
Alligator in the mud
Don't you know I got gator blood
Gator blood, I got gator blood

Never lend a dollar to your good friend Tom
Hogwash Holler is where he's from
If you got treasure all in a vault
And he gets you, baby that's your own fault
Gator blood, I got gator blood

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