Mark Knopfler

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Everybody Pays

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Our Shangri-La

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Back To Tupelo

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The Trawlerman’s Song

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Sucker Row

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Boom, Like That

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5.15 A.M.

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Old Pigweed

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Daddy’s Gone To Knoxville

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The Ragpicker’s Dream

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Coyote

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You Don’t Know You’re Born

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Marbletown

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Fare Thee Well Northumberland

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Quality Shoe

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A Place Where We Used To Live

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Hill Farmer’s Blues

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Devil Baby

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Why Aye Man

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One More Matinee

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Sands Of Nevada

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Junkie Doll

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Speedway At Nazareth

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Wanderlust

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Prairie Wedding

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El Macho

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Silvertown Blues

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The Last Laugh

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Baloney Again

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Who’s Your Baby Now

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Sailing To Philadelphia

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What It Is

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Are We In Trouble Now

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Done With Bonaparte

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Nobody’s Got The Gun

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Rudiger

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Je Suis Desole

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I’m The Fool

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Cannibals

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A Night In Summer Long Ago

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Don’t You Get It

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Vic And Ray

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No Can Do

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Golden Heart

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Imelda

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Darling Pretty

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The Next Time I’m In Town

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Yakety Axe

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Just One Time

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There’ll Be Some Changes Made

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Poor Boy Blues

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Everybody Pays

I got shot off my horse
So what? I’m up again
And playing
In one of these
Big saloons on main
You can come up here
Take a look
Around these sinners’ dens
You’re only ever going to find
One or two real games
Nobody’s driving
Me underground
Not yet anyway
But either on the strip
Or on the edge of town
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play
Yeah, you ought to stay
Right where you are
In sawdust land
It’s probably the
Safest place to be
With your
Greasy little pork pies
And your shoestring hands
It makes
No difference to me
All those directions
Which we never took
To go our different ways
Who went and wrote
The oldest story in the book?
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play
Curl up inside
A boxcar dream
And disappear
With a couple
Low roller friends
You were never one
For trouble
So get out of here
I knew the game
Was dangerous back then
But nobody’s breezing
Through these swinging doors
Just ups and walks away
Everybody has to leave
Some blood here on the floor
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play

Our Shangri-La

It’s the end of a perfect day for all the surfer boys and girls
The suns dropping down in the bay and falling off the world
There’s a diamond in the sky, our evening stone in our Shangri-La
Get that fire burning strong right here and right now
Its here and then its gone, theres no secret anyhow.
We may never love again to the music of guitars in our Shangri-La
Tonight your beauty burns into my memory
The wheel of heaven turns above us endlessly
This is all the heaven we got, right here where we are in our Shangri-La.
Tonight your beauty burns into my memory
The wheel of heaven turns above us endlessly
This is all the heaven we got, right here where we are in our Shangri-La.
In our Shangri-La
In our Shangri-La

Back To Tupelo

Around the time of ‘clambake’
Movie number twenty-five
You and the lying dutchman
Are still in overdrive
You’re as strong as when you started
Mississippi in your soul
You can still be marlon brando
And the king of rock and roll
It isn’t just the records
No, you must have hollywood
The songs alone are not enough
That much is understood
You’ll soon be back in memphis
Maybe then you’ll know what to do
The storylines they’re giving you
Are just not ringing true
Oh, it’s a ways to go
Back to Tupelo
When you’re young and beautiful
Your dreams are all ideals
Later on it’s not the same
Lord, everything is real
Sixteen hundred miles of highway
Roll back to the truth
And a song to give your mother
In your first recording booth
Around the time of ‘clambake’
That old dream’s still rolling on
Sometimes there’ll be the feeling
Things are going wrong
The morning star is fading
Lord, the mississippi’s cold
You can still be marlon brando
And the king of rock and roll
But it’s a ways to go
Back to Tupelo

The Trawlerman’s Song

We’re taking on water
Diesel and stores
Laying up awhile
Before I’m back on board
They’re patching her up
To go fishing again
They’re welding her rudder
Scrubbing her keel
Scars on her belly
Need time to heal
In the dock
With the trawlermen
I know all the people
There’s nobody new
Soon we’ll be leaving
With the same old crew
On the green water
The tumbling sea
They ain’t running
Like the good old days
Time’s just slipping
Down the old slipways
In the dock
So dear to me
Dark is the night
I need a guiding light
To keep me
From foundering
On the rocks
My only prayer
Is just to see you there
At the end
Of my wandering
Back in the dock
I could use a layoff
Getting my strength back
But there’s a loan to pay off
And a few skipjack
So it’s a turnaround
Back in the southerly wind
Pirates coming in
To steal our gold
You can count yourself lucky
With a profit in the hold
In the dock
When we come in
Dark is the night
I need a guiding light
To keep me
From foundering
On the rocks
My only prayer
Is just to see you there
At the end
Of my wandering
Back in the dock

Sucker Row

Somebody’s gotta crack
A whip around here
Who’s minding the store?
Shake it up sell some beer
What’s your
Money maker for?
Pay day
We’re packin’ ’em in
Six-gun Annie
And Buffalo Jill
But who’s to say
They’ll be back again
For a refill?
Honey, you know the drill
Ain’t no left turn
Down sleepy time street
You gotta be fast
But you gotta stay loose
Thinking
On your feet
Slick as grass
Through a goose
We gotta
Rationalise
The payroll
Is giving me chills
You and me’s
Getting organised
It’s kill or be killed
Honey, you know the drill
Well they can all look down
On sucker row
But they all forget
The tallest trees
From acorns grow
Though they ain’t yet
I never look down
On a sucker stake
They all pay the bills
I never gave a sucker
An even break
And I never will
A beautiful vision
Keeps coming to me
I see
A miracle mile
Flying in
For free
Service
With a smile
High rollers
Fancy hotels
Big time singers
Topping the bill
You gotta have a feel
For the stuff that sells
Call it a skill
Honey, you know the drill
Somebody’s gotta crack
A whip around here
Who’s
Minding the store?
Shake it up
Sell some beer
Money walking
Through the door
Annie’s arriving
At a dangerous age
Don’t you
Go getting ill
Get another woman
Up in the cage
Who ain’t over the hill
Honey, you know the drill

Boom, Like That

I’m going to San Bernardino ring-a-ding-ding
Milkshake mix is thus my thing now
These guys bought a heap of my stuff
And I gotta see a good thing shooting up now
Folks line up all down the street
Now I am seeing this girl devour her meat now
And then I get it Wham as clear as day
My pulse begins to hammer then I hear a voice say
These boys have got this down ought to be one of these in every town
These boys have got the touch It’s clean as a whistle and it don’t cost much
Wham bam don’t wait long, shake fries plenty of gum
How about that friendly name, heck, every little thing gotta stay the same
Or my name is not Kroc, that’s Kroc with a K
A crocodile is not spelt that way now
It’s Dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc style – Boom like that
You gentlemen are to expand
You’re gonna need a helping hand now
So gentlemen well what about me?
We’ll make a little business history now
Well we’ll build it up and I’ll buy him out
The man they made me grind it out now
They open up a new place flippin meat
So I do too, right across the street
I got the main I need town, sell em’ in the end and it all shuts down
Sometimes you gotta be an S.O.B. you wanna make a dream reality
Competition sent em south, they’re gonna drown or we’re hosing em’ out
Do not pass go go straight to hell
I smell a lotta meat …..da smell
Or my name is not Kroc that’s Kroc with a K
A crocodile is not spelt that way now
Ohh it’s Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat
Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat now
Ohh it’s Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat
Kroc style – Boom like that

5.15 A.M.

5.15 A.M.
Snow laying all around
A collier cycles home
From his night shift underground
Past the silent pub
Primary school, workingmens club
On the road from the pithead
The churchyard packed
With mining dead
Then beneath the bridge
He comes to a giant car
A shroud of snow upon the roof
A mark ten jaguar
He thought the man was fast asleep
Silent, still and deep
Both dead and cold
Shot through
With bullet holes
The one armed bandit man
Came north to fill his boots
Came up from cockneyland
E-type jags and flashy suits
Put your money in
Pull the levers
Watch them spin
Cash cows in all the pubs
But he preferred the new nightclubs
Nineteen sixty-seven
Bandit men in birdcage heaven
La dolce vita, sixty-nine
All new to people of the tyne
Who knows who did what
Somebody made a call
They said his hands
Were in the pot
That he’d been skimming hauls
He picks up the swag
They gaily gave away
Drives his giant jag
Off to his big pay day
The bandit man
Came north to fill his boots
Came up from cockneyland
E-type jags and flashy suits
The bandit man
Came up the great north road
Up to geordieland
To mine
The mother lode
Seams blew up or cracked
Black diamonds came hard won
Generations toiled and hacked
For a pittance and black lung
Crushed by tub or stone
Together
And alone
How the young and old
Paid the price of coal
Eighteen sixty-seven
My angel’s gone to heaven
He’ll be happy there
Sunlight and sweet clean air
They gather round the glass
Tough hewers and crutters
Child trappers and putters
The little foals and half-marrows
Who pushed
And pulled the barrows
The hod boys
And the rolleywaymen
5.15 A.M.

Old Pigweed

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

Daddy’s Gone To Knoxville

Oh, you’re gonna miss your daddy when he’s gone
When he’s gone
Yeah, you’re gonna miss your daddy when he’s gone
When he’s gone
Daddy’s gone down that gallatin road
The hen never laid and the corn never growed
Oh, you’re gonna miss your daddy when he’s gone
Oh, I’d rather have a dollar than a dime
Than a dime
Yeah, I’d rather have a dollar than a dime
Than a dime
Daddy’s gone down that crossville track
If he can’t make a dollar then he ain’t comin’ back
Oh, I’d 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
Daddy’s gone south on the natchez trace
If the can’t show the money then he don’t show his face
Oh, you’d better love your daddy while you can
Oh, your daddy’s gone to knoxville now
Knoxville now
Yeah, your daddy’s gone to knoxville now
Knoxville now
Daddy’s gone down that knoxville road
The dog never barked and the cock never crowed
Oh, your daddy’s gone to knoxville now.

The Ragpicker’s Dream

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 beer
Me and my associate
Like the ambience here where
They cornered two castaways
In a white flashlight beam
Merry christmas and happy days
In the ragpicker’s dream

Coyote

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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