safe from the chilly winds and out of the rain We're gonna might need bullets should we get stuck Any which way, we're gonna need a little luck You can still get
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
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
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
When I leave this world behind me To another I will go And if there are no pipes in heaven I'll be going down below If friends in time be severed Someday
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
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
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
John got jazzed By a Jezebel You can't beat the house You can't beat the house Tell the man, somebody You can't beat the house When these horn dogs Get lucky
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
winds Where the weather goes I'll follow Pack up my traveling things Go with the swallows And I might get lucky now and then You win some I might get lucky
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
Oversettelse: Mark Knopfler. 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
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
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
