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| 4:35 | 
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Southern bound from Glasgow town, she's shining in the sun
My Scotstoun lassie, 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 lever, she needs the heal and toe She's not to cold in winter but she cooks me in the heat I'm a six foot driver but you can adjust the seat In the Border Reiver Sure as the sunrise, that's what they say about the Albion Sure as the sunrise, that's what they say about the Albion She's an Albion, she's an Albion The ministry don't worry me my paperwork's alright They can't touch me, I got my sleep last night Its knocking out a living wage in nineteen sixty nine I'm just a thiever, stealing time In the Border reiver. Sure as the sunrise, that's what they say about the Albion Sure as the sunrise, that's what they say about the Albion She's an Albion, she's an Albion |
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| 2. |
| 4:34 |
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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 You never know I never thought you'd go Man's broken down Man's broken down On the slip road Got a slip load And it's a hard Shoulder to cry on Hacksaws and hammers Brushes and mop And i've got the ladders Up on the top If something needs doing I always say You want it done The proper way I need you to stay Man's broken down Man's broken down On the slip road Got a slip load And it's a hard Shoulder to cry on Give me a minute We'll be going again Sound as a bell Right as rain Right as rain And it's a hard Shoulder to cry on To cry on |
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| 3. |
| 3:26 |
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You can't fool a fooler
I can tell when a John got jazzed by a jezebel You can't bear the house You can't bear the house Tell the man somebody You can't beat the house When these horn dogs get lucky with dough they'll blow it on the roosters and the girls of Smokey Row You can't bear the house You can't bear the house Tell the man somebody You can't beat the house You want to buy you a dance don't buy it here It's all skin games and jelly roll red-eye and beer They're all as mean as rat snakes all got knives in their boots Even the piano player, man he don't care who he shoots See that little homewrecker in the bathroom She'll pick your pocket with her pet raccoon You can't bear the house You can't bear the house Tell the man somebody You can't beat the house |
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| 5:50 |
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Before gas and TV
Before people had cars We'd sit around the fires Pass around our guitars Remembering songs When my daddy was home He'd play along On the spoons and a comb We'd go with the flow When the weather was fine Sometimes we'd go Collecting scrap iron And we'd sit around the fires Pass a bottle of wine In the tales of the road Since time out of mind If heaven's like this Well that's OK with me Where the living is fine And living is free If heaven's like this Well then here's where I'll be On the edge of the field On the edge of the world Before gas and TV |
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| 3:40 |
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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 finger plane's working Gentle persuasion I bend to the wood and I coax it to sing Monteleone Your new one and only will ring Monteleone Your new one and only will ring The rain on the window The snow on the gravel The seasons go by to the songs in the wood Too quick or too careless It all could unravel It so easily could The chisels are calling It's back for an encore Back to the shavings that cover the floor Monteleone A call for more Monteleone A call for more |
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| 6. |
| 4:43 |
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I keep a weather eye on the horizon, back to the wall
I like to know who's coming through the door at us all It's the old Army training, kickin' in I'm not complaining It's the world we live in Ronny and Malarkey, they're a devious firm They'll take you to the cleaners, let you burn The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen, Thanks a lot We hired the worst dishwasher This place ever got Hidden below the radar, they want to spoil our fun In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gun Remember it got so cold ice froze up the tank We 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 here my friend We can have ourselves a party before they come In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gun We had women in a miracle, we had a DJ We used to eat pretty much all painless ways Ever since the goons came in took apart the place I keep a tire iron in the corner just in case Gave you a magic bullet on a little chain Keeping safe from the chilly winds And the howl of the rain We're gonna might need bullets, should we have stuck Any which way, we're gonna need a little luck You can still get gas in heaven and drink in kingdom come??짖???짝 In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gun |
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| 3:56 |
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In 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 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 With some friends and a girl, man, she lit up the place Bobby was a wild boy, one summer He knocked down a motel wall with a hammer He'd do anything, one night for a bet He raced through the cornfields in a Corvette I thought it's got to be a thrill to be like that With the beautiful girl and be king of the track But the truth is when all was said and done It was his Cobra I wanted, the car was the one It was his Cobra I wanted, the car was the one The car was the one The car was the one |
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| 8. |
| 5:06 |
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On your maypole green
See the winding Morris men Angry Alfie bill and ken Waving hankies sticks and books All the earthen roofs Standing at the crease The batsman takes a look around The boys are fielding on home ground The steeple sharp against the blue When I think of you Sam and Andy Jack and john Charlie martin Jamie Ron Harry Stephen Will and don Matthew Michael On and on We will remember them Remember them Remember them We will remember them Remember them Remember them Time has slipped away The summer sky to autumn yields A haze of smoke across the fields Let's sup and fight another round And walk the stublbed ground When November brings The poppies on remembrance day When the vicar comes to say Lest we forget our sons We will remember them Remember them Remember them We will remember them Remember them Remember them We will remember them Remember them Remember them We will remember them Remember them Remember them |
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| 9. |
| 4:34 |
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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 And I might get lucky now and then You win some you might get lucky now and then You win some I wake up every morning Keep on eye on what I spent Gotta think about eating Gotta think about paying the rent I always think it's funny It gets me every time I wonder about the happiness and money Tell it to the breadline But you might get lucky now and then You win some you might get lucky now and then You win some Now I'm rambling through this meadow happy as a man can be Think I just lay me down under this old tree On and on we go through this old world of shuffling If you got a truffle dog you can go truffling But you might get lucky now and then You win some you might get lucky now and then You win some |
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| 10. |
| 5:59 |
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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 Whats left of the stew The time is approaching the captain moves over The hang man steps in to do what hes paid for With the wind down the tide she goes proud a head steaming He drives her hard into the shore So far from the Clyde Together we ride we did ride A drift to a wave from her bows to her rudder Bravely she rises to meet with the land Under their feet you can feel the kings shudder The shallow sea washes their hands Later the captain shakes hands with the hangman Climbs slowly down to the oily wet ground Goes back to the car that has come here to take him Through the graveyard back to the town So far from the Clyde Together we ride we did ride They pull out her cables and hack off her hatches Too poor to be wasteful with pity or time They sworn on her carcass with torches and axes Like a whale on a bloody shore line Stripped of her pillars her stays and her stanchions When their only her bones on the wet poison land Steal rods will drag her with winces and engines So far from the Clyde Together we ride we did ride So far from the Clyde Together we ride we did ride |
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| 5:47 |
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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 Be a piper to the end This has been a day to die fo' Now the day has almost gone Up above a choir of seabirds Turns to face the setting sun Now the evening dawn is calling And all the hills are burning red And before the night comes falling Clouds are lined with golden thread We watched the fires together Shared our quarters for a while Walked the dusty roads together Came so many miles This has been a day to die on Now the day is almost done Here the pipes will lay beside me Silent will the battle drum If friends in time be severed Someday here we will meet again I return to leave you never Be a piper to the end |
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