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Knopfler Mark Get Lucky

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

Southern bound from Glasgow town She's shining in the sun My Scotson Lassie on the border run We're whistling down the hillsides And tearing up the climbs

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 With what's left

summer sixty three 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

Before gas and TV Before people had cars We'd sit 'round the fires Pass around our guitars Remembering songs When my daddy was home He'd play along On

chilly winds Where the weather goes I follow Pack up my traveling things go with the swallows And I might get lucky now and then You win some, you might get lucky

Southern bound from Glasgow town She's shining in the sun My Scotson Lasing?? Lassie? On the border run We're whistling down the hillsides and tearing

lit a fire beneath her just so she would crank Keep a weather eye on the horizon Tap storm glass now and then We got a case of Old Damnation for when you get

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