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| 6:13 | 
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We had no way of staying afloat,
We had to leave on a ferryboat. Economic refugees, On the run to Germany. We had the back of Maggie's hand, Times were tough in Geordie-land. We got our tools and working gear And humped it all from Newcastle to here. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. We're nomad tribes, travelling boys, In the dust and dirt and the wrecking noise. Drills and hammers, diggers and picks, Mixing concrete, laying bricks. There's English, Irish, Scots, the lot. United Nations what we got. Brickies, chippies, every trade. German building, British made. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Nay more work on Maggie's farm. Head away down the autobahn. Mine's a Portakabin bed, Or a bunk in a Nissen hut instead. There's plenty Deutschmarks here to earn. And German tarts are wunderschn. German beer is chemical free. Germany's alright with me. Sometimes I miss my River Tyne, But youre my pretty frulein. Tonight we'll drink the old town dry, Keep our spirit levels high. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Sometimes I miss my River Tyne, But youre my pretty frulein. Tonight we'll drink the old town dry, Keep our spirit levels high. Sometimes I miss my River Tyne, But youre my pretty frulein.-a |
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| 2. |
| 4:03 |
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When Jack Frost came for Christmas
With a brass monkey date The rail-king and the scarecrow Hopped a florlda freight And they blew on their paper cups And stared through the steam Then they drank half a bottle Of ragpicker's dream where The whiskey keeps following Cold pitchers of beer Me and my associate Like the clientele here get The onions and the 'taters Rib-eyes on the grill Toothpicks and luckies And a coffee refill as The rail-king lay rocking He was leaving the ground Then he was flying like santa claus Over the town where He came to the window Of a house by a stream It was a family christmas In the ragpicker's dream there Were kids at the table All aglow in the light Music in the wintertime Sure carries at night there Was turkey and gravy Pie and ice-cream And gifts for each and everyone In the ragpicker's dream where The red-eye keeps tumbling In our glasses of beer Me and my associate Like the service in here there's A ten for your trouble You have beautiful hair Make the last one two doubles It's a cold one out there where The scarecrow and the rail-king Have started to dance But a nightstick and a billyclub Won't give peace a chance here I think they went thataways Your song and dance team Heading home for the holidays With the ragpicker's dream on His knees like a fighter The rail-riding king Like a sack of potatoes Like a bull in the ring where The scarecrow falls over With a tear in the seam Home for the rover In the ragpicker's dream where The red-eye keeps tumbling Like tears in our b |
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| 3. |
| 3:45 |
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I am a 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... He calls me Charlie Mason A stargazer am I It seems that I was born To chart the evening sky They'd cut me out for baking bread But I had other dreams instead This baker's boy from the west country Would join the Royal Society... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line The Mason-Dixon line Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon But I swear you'll make me mad The West will kill us both You gullible Geordie lad You talk of liberty How can America be free A Geordie and a baker's boy In the forest of the Iroquois... Now hold your head up, Mason See America lies there The morning tide has raised The capes of Delaware Come up and feel the sun A new morning is begun Another day will make it clear Why your stars should guide us here... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line The Mason-Dixon line |
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| 4. |
| 4:32 |
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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 Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie Daddy can I have a dinosaur Once upon a time there were cannibals Now there are no cannibals any more Down in Louisiana there's a hurricane coming The little boy climbs the stairs And all along the levee all the people come running And the little boy's saying his prayers And a sleepy little laddie smiles up at his daddy And he's asking for his G.I. Joe And daddy tucks him in with a kiss upon the chin And says my little one I love you so Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie Leave a light outside the door Once upon a time there were cannibals Now there are no cannibals any more Lay down your head now don't get out of bed Don't you let the bedbugs bite It's time to go to sleep now not another peep And I'll see you in the morning light And then the radio was playing and the weatherman was saying The hurricane had blown away And daddy's little boy was jumping up for joy And he was singing at the break of day Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie Daddy can I be a warrior Once upon a time there were cannibals Now there are no cannibals any more Yeah daddy is he a goodie or a baddie Daddy why do people go to war Once upon a time there were cannibals Now there are no cannibals any more |
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| 3:52 |
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When Jack Frost came for Christmas
With a brass monkey date The rail-king and the scarecrow Hopped a florlda freight And they blew on their paper cups And stared through the steam Then they drank half a bottle Of ragpicker's dream where The whiskey keeps following Cold pitchers of beer Me and my associate Like the clientele here get The onions and the 'taters Rib-eyes on the grill Toothpicks and luckies And a coffee refill as The rail-king lay rocking He was leaving the ground Then he was flying like santa claus Over the town where He came to the window Of a house by a stream It was a family christmas In the ragpicker's dream there Were kids at the table All aglow in the light Music in the wintertime Sure carries at night there Was turkey and gravy Pie and ice-cream And gifts for each and everyone In the ragpicker's dream where The red-eye keeps tumbling In our glasses of beer Me and my associate Like the service in here there's A ten for your trouble You have beautiful hair Make the last one two doubles It's a cold one out there where The scarecrow and the rail-king Have started to dance But a nightstick and a billyclub Won't give peace a chance here I think they went thataways Your song and dance team Heading home for the holidays With the ragpicker's dream on His knees like a fighter The rail-riding king Like a sack of potatoes Like a bull in the ring where The scarecrow falls over With a tear in the seam Home for the rover In the ragpicker's dream where The red-eye keeps tumbling Like tears in our b |
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| 6. |
| 6:27 |
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COME DRIVE ME DOWN TO THE CENTRAL STATION
I HATE TO LEAVE MY RIVER TYNE FOR SOME DAMN TOWN THAT'S GOD-FORSAKEN FARE THEE WELL, NORTHUMBERLAND ALTHOUGH I'LL GO WHERE THE LADY TAKES ME SHE'LL NEVER TELL WHAT'S IN HER HAND I DO NOT KNOW WHAT FATE AWAITS ME FARE THEE WELL, NORTHUMBERLAND MY HEART BEATS FOR MY STREETS AND ALLEYS LONGS TO DWELL IN THE BORDERLANDS THE NORTH-EAST SHORE AND THE RIVER VALLEYS FARE THEE WELL NORTHUMBERLAND I MAY NOT STAY, I'M BOUND FOR LEAVING I'M BOUND TO RAMBLE AND TO ROAM I ONLY SAY MY HEART IS GRIEVING I WOULD NOT GAMBLE ON MY COMING HOME ROLL ON, GEORDIE BOY, ROLL ROLL ON, GEORDIE BOY, ROLL ROLL ON, GEORDIE BOY, ROLL ROLL ON, GEORDIE BOY, ROLL SO DRIVE ME DOWN TO THE CENTRAL STATION I HATE TO LEAVE MY RIVER TYNE FOR SOME DAMN TOWN THAT'S GOD-FORSAKEN GOODBYE OLD FRIEND OF MINE ALTHOUGH I'LL GO WHERE THE LADY TAKES ME SHE'LL NEVER TELL WHAT'S IN HER HAND I DO NOT KNOW WHAT FATE AWAITS ME FARE THEE WELL, NORTHUMBERLAND SO ROLL ON, GEORDIE BOY, ROLL ROLL ON, GEORDIE BOY, ROLL ROLL ON, GEORDIE BOY, ROLL ROLL ON, GEORDIE BOY, ROLL |
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| 3:34 |
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Everything was in there
That you'd want to see Corned beef and onions And true love Turnips and tinned tomatoes Parsnips and a few potatoes A couple extra blessings From above Now this here mingle-mangle Was my best one yet A big old bad goulash Worth waiting for And I'm just about to dip my can Taste some brotherhood of man When I get a feeling That there's a flaw Who put old pigweed In the mulligan Was it you Who put old pigweed In the mulligan stew I close my eyes For just a minute What do you do Who put old pigweed In the mulligan stew You won't find self-improvement or philosophy In a dumpster sitting by The kitchen door There's plenty leek and humble pie Ain't too much ham on rye Sometimes I wonder What I'm looking for But a spoonful of forgiveness Goes a long, long way And we all should do our best To get along Add a pinch of kindness crumbling To your loving dumpling Okra for thickening When something's wrong But who put old pigweed In the mulligan Was it you Who put old pigweed In the mulligan stew I close my eyes For just a minute What do you do Who put old pigweed In the mulligan stew |
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| 5:19 |
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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 YOU ONLY KNOW THE KITCHEN AND THE WARM YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE NIGHT SHIFT WHISTLE PUNCHING THE CLOCK TO THE HORN BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BORN YOU DON'T KNOW YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BORN YOU DON'T KNOW YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BORN WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE HAMMER AND THE NAILS KNOW ABOUT THE THISTLES AND THE THORNS WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE ROAD AND THE RAILS YOUR HEART SO WEARY AND YOUR HANDS ALL WORN YOUR HANDS SO WEARY AND YOUR HEART ALL TORN AND YOU DON'T KNOW YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BORN |
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| 9. |
| 5:55 |
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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 SPEED I DO, SPEED I DO, SPEED I DO YOU CAN'T CATCH ME COYOTE THOUGH THERE MAY BE BLOOD ON THE TRACKS THERE MAY BE SOME BRIDGES BURNING BEHIND OUR BACKS BUT I GOT MY LAUNDRY ON THE BACKSEAT AND AN ITINERARY TOO AND DON'T YOU JUST WISH THAT YOU COULD MAKE HALF OF THE SPEED I DO SPEED I DO, SPEED I DO, SPEED I DO SPEED I DO, SPEED I DO, SPEED I DO NOW I'M A SPECK ON YOUR HORIZON GETTING SMALLER FAST AN AMBUSH WOULDN'T BE SURPRISING I HOPE IT'S BETTER THAN YOUR LAST ONCE AGAIN THE ROADRUNNER LEAVES THE COYOTE IN THE DIRT YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER PLAN OF ACTION BUT WE ALL KNOW IT AIN'T NEVER GONNA WORK IT MUST BE HARD HAVING DOG DREAMS THAT NEVER COME TRUE AND DON'T YOU JUST WISH THAT YOU COULD MAKE HALF OF THE SPEED I DO SPEED I DO, SPEED I DO, SPEED I DO SPEED I DO, SPEED I DO, SPEED I DO |
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| 10. |
| 4:21 |
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WHEN JACK FROST CAME FOR CHRISTMAS
WITH A BRASS MONKEY DATE THE RAIL-KING AND THE SCARECROW HOPPED A FLORLDA FREIGHT AND THEY BLEW ON THEIR PAPER CUPS AND STARED THROUGH THE STEAM THEN THEY DRANK HALF A BOTTLE OF RAGPICKER'S DREAM WHERE THE WHISKEY KEEPS FOLLOWING COLD PITCHERS OF BEER ME AND MY ASSOCIATE LIKE THE CLIENTELE HERE GET THE ONIONS AND THE 'TATERS RIB-EYES ON THE GRILL TOOTHPICKS AND LUCKIES AND A COFFEE REFILL AS THE RAIL-KING LAY ROCKING HE WAS LEAVING THE GROUND THEN HE WAS FLYING LIKE SANTA CLAUS OVER THE TOWN WHERE HE CAME TO THE WINDOW OF A HOUSE BY A STREAM IT WAS A FAMILY CHRISTMAS IN THE RAGPICKER'S DREAM THERE WERE KIDS AT THE TABLE ALL AGLOW IN THE LIGHT MUSIC IN THE WINTERTIME SURE CARRIES AT NIGHT THERE WAS TURKEY AND GRAVY PIE AND ICE-CREAM AND GIFTS FOR EACH AND EVERYONE IN THE RAGPICKER'S DREAM WHERE THE RED-EYE KEEPS TUMBLING IN OUR GLASSES OF BEER ME AND MY ASSOCIATE LIKE THE SERVICE IN HERE THERE'S A TEN FOR YOUR TROUBLE YOU HAVE BEAUTIFUL HAIR MAKE THE LAST ONE TWO DOUBLES IT'S A COLD ONE OUT THERE WHERE THE SCARECROW AND THE RAIL-KING HAVE STARTED TO DANCE BUT A NIGHTSTICK AND A BILLYCLUB WON'T GIVE PEACE A CHANCE HERE I THINK THEY WENT THATAWAYS YOUR SONG AND DANCE TEAM HEADING HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS WITH THE RAGPICKER'S DREAM ON HIS KNEES LIKE A FIGHTER THE RAIL-RIDING KING LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES LIKE A BULL IN THE RING WHERE THE SCARECROW FALLS OVER WITH A TEAR IN THE SEAM HOME FOR THE ROVER IN THE RAGPICKER'S DREAM WHERE - |
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| 2:47 |
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OH, YOURE GONNA MISS YOUR DADDY WHEN HES GONE
WHEN HES GONE YEAH, YOURE GONNA MISS YOUR DADDY WHEN HES GONE WHEN HES GONE DADDYS GONE DOWN THAT GALLATIN ROAD THE HEN NEVER LAID AND THE CORN NEVER GROWED OH, YOURE GONNA MISS YOUR DADDY WHEN HES GONE OH, ID RATHER HAVE A DOLLAR THAN A DIME THAN A DIME YEAH, ID RATHER HAVE A DOLLAR THAN A DIME THAN A DIME DADDYS GONE DOWN THAT CROSSVILLE TRACK IF HE CANT MAKE A DOLLAR THEN HE AINT COMIN BACK OH, ID RATHER HAVE A DOLLAR THAN A DIME OH, YOU BETTER LOVE YOUR DADDY WHILE YOU CAN WHILE YOU CAN YEAH, YOU BETTER LOVE YOUR DADDY WHILE YOU CAN WHILE YOU CAN DADDYS GONE SOUTH ON THE NATCHEZ TRACE IF THE CANT SHOW THE MONEY THEN HE DONT SHOW HIS FACE OH, YOUD BETTER LOVE YOUR DADDY WHILE YOU CAN OH, YOUR DADDYS GONE TO KNOXVILLE NOW KNOXVILLE NOW YEAH, YOUR DADDYS GONE TO KNOXVILLE NOW KNOXVILLE NOW DADDYS GONE DOWN THAT KNOXVILLE ROAD THE DOG NEVER BARKED AND THE COCK NEVER CROWED OH, YOUR DADDYS GONE TO KNOXVILLE NOW. |
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| 4:35 |
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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 'Cos these'll take the wear and tear Made to take good care of you For that trip by road or rail For extra grip on those rocky trails You're gonna need a quality shoe Now they maybe ain't too hot for dancing But I don't foresee too much of that You ain't exactly gonna be prancing Around in the moonlight With a cane and a top hat If you could use a change of pace And be excused from the rat race Just take a look at what's on view Lace 'em up, walk around I guarantee you can't wear 'em down You're gonna need a quality shoe Now I wish you sunny skies And happiness wherever you may go But you got to realise There'll be wind, there'll be rain And occasional snow You're gonna want to smile in them If you're gonna walk a mile in them There'll be times when you'll be blue To laugh at rainy days and then Make your getaways in them You're gonna need a quality shoe 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 |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-02-10
Subject : Mark Knopfler - The Ragpicker's Dream (10 Mercury,2002)
