1. Redbud Tree 3:18
Redbud Tree Hunted down, I came upon A place of ferns and grass Gathered to a redbud tree And now their footsteps pass Where I crouch in dread Discovery my certain death Her leaves reaching for my head As I suspend my breath Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me Those days of fear are gone Yet I am pledged to her As to my only one My lovely protector Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
Haul Away It was a windless night when you left the ship You never were a steady bold one I gave my hand, ah, but you did slip I'm a living man and you're a cold one Haul away, haul away for home My love's as fair as a girl can be My wedding ring is a heavy gold one Now you lie alone in the deep dark sea I'm a living man and you're a cold one Haul away, haul away for home The morning brings, Lord, a fresh young breeze To fill our sails and end the doldrums Our lucky ship speeds across the sea I'm a living man and you're a cold one Haul away, haul away for home
Don't Forget Your Hat Well, look out the window Never saw so much rain You better get down to the station If you want to catch that train So long, I guess that's that Hey, hey, don't forget your hat Well, you don't call the action You don't make the rules You don't pay the piper You don't even pay the fuel So long, I guess that's that Hey, hey, don't forget your hat Well, it's a big old world out there Go get it if you can You got a ways to go Before you get to be a man So long, I guess that's that Hey, hey, don't forget your hat
Privateering Yon's my privateer See how trim she lies To every man a lucky hand And every man a prize I live to ride the ocean The mighty world around To take a little plunder And to hear the cannon sound To lay with pretty women To drink Madeira wine To hear the rollers thunder On a shore that isn't mine Privateering we will go Privateering, yo ho ho ho Privateering we will go Yo ho ho, yo ho ho The people on your man o' war Are treated worse than scum I'm no flogging captain And by God I've sailed with some Come with me to Barbary We'll ply there up and down Not quite exactly In the service of the Crown To lay with pretty women To drink Madeira wine To hear the rollers thunder On a shore that isn't mine Privateering we will go Privateering, yo ho ho ho Privateering we will go Yo ho ho, yo ho ho Look'ee there's my privateer She's small but she can sting Licensed to take prizes With a letter from the King I love the streets and taverns Of a pretty foreign town Tip my hat to the dark-eyed ladies As we sally up and down To lay with pretty women To drink Madeira wine To hear the rollers thunder On a shore that isn't mine Privateering we will go Privateering, yo ho ho ho Privateering we will go Yo ho ho, yo ho ho Britannia needs her privateers Each time she goes to war Death to all her enemies Though prizes matter more Come with me to Barbary We'll ply there up and down Not quite exactly In the service of the Crown To lay with pretty women To drink Madeira wine To hear the rollers thunder On a shore that isn't mine Privateering we will go Privateering, yo ho ho ho Privateering we will go Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
Miss You Blues Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues You never used to look behind you, that isn't what you'd do Didn't leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues Who's gonna take your place, fill your shoes? Who's gonna take your place, fill your shoes? You never used to look behind you, that isn't what you'd do Didn't leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues Miss you blues, baby miss you blues You never used to look behind you, that isn't what you'd do Didn't leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues Walk alone down the avenue Walk alone down the avenue You never used to look behind you, that isn't what you'd do Didn't leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues You never used to look behind you, that isn't what you'd do Didn't leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
Corned Beef City Early in the morning Going to meet a man Wants a truck unloading For cash-in-hand You don't ask questions When there's nothing in the bank Got to feed the kids And put the diesel in the tank Bacon, egg and sausage Double chips and beans Tea and bread and butter And a day on the machines Christmas is coming With the final demand What you got going For cash in hand So it ain't too pretty Corned Beef City It ain't too pretty Corned Beef City Early in the morning Where the trucks all stand I've got a pocket full of folding And a pair of jerry cans I've got to keep it going They're laying off at Ford I'm only one step ahead Of my room and board So it ain't too pretty Corned Beef City It ain't too pretty Corned Beef City Early in the morning Going to meet a man Wants a truck unloading For cash-in-hand You don't ask questions When there's nothing in the bank Got to feed the kids And put the diesel in the tank So it ain't too pretty Corned Beef City It ain't too pretty Corned Beef City
Go, Love I had to leave for certain I like to come back now and then Maybe I'm just returning So I can leave again The wind comes softly blowing From the cold grey sea She leans into my collar Starts whispering to me Go, love, if you're going You keep looking down the track Go, love, if you're going I'll be here when you come back Go, love, if you're going Go, love, if you're going So go, love, if you're going Don't stay on account of me Go, love, if you're going If that's the way it's got to be Go, love, if you're going You keep looking down the track Go, love, if you're going I'll be here when you come back Go, love, if you're going Go, love, if you're going
Hot Or What She came on the river With a gift for me I'm in way deep That's how it has to be It's hot in the desert But I'm cool in the zone People call me lucky But I say you make your own I'm on a roll Yeah, I'm on a roll I'm runnin' hot Baby, am I hot or what? This is outrageous I got all kinds of stuff Can I dodge bullets And can I bluff Hot shots keep on a' coming Looking for a fight But the names are going down To the left and to the right And I'm on a roll Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on a roll I'm runnin' hot Baby, am I hot or what? It gets dark at night That's how it goes It gets cold in winter Don't be surprised if it snows You wanna play Hold'em With my friend Mr Chan If you lose your stack, well You sure can't blame the man Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! I'm runnin' hot Baby, am I hot or what? They play with me a while I'll read 'em like a book Let's go have a drink or two And talk about the scalps I took I got a big old stack I had me a big old day Tomorrow I go back Gonna take it all the way 'Cos I'm on a roll Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on a roll I'm runnin' hot Baby, am I hot or what? I said I'm runnin' hot, baby Baby, am I hot or what?
Yon Two Crows Pennies from heaven Don't make me laugh Here all you'll get Is the pattering rain Or yon two crows up over the hill Looking for winterkill Always at your boots The mud behind the byre With its clammy hold Would mock you up a grave Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold And all you'll bring to this Is muscle and grit Persistence, that's just about it What made you think There'd be a living in sheep? Eat, work, eat, work and sleep Duck under the eaves Of the bothy To sit here, caged by rain Somewhere to go conjure A next move When I have to think again The dog lifts his gaze to plead Believes the wizard has a magic stick Leans his weight into my tweed I give an unholy hand to lick I take a swig of sheep dip From my flask And once again I ask What made you think There'd be a living in sheep? Eat, work, eat, work and sleep They were at this game Two hundred years ago Had thirty ways Of dying young, poor souls Laid to rest in their soggy rows Rain on their holy books Blood and whisky On the tongue And no-one watching over anyone No-one left but your stubborn one And the crows and rooks Ah, the dying young Well I'm not done You watch me and I'll watch thee I can still work for two men And drink for three And I raise my flask To the clearing skies To you, sweepers You carrion spies To scavenge and survive If you can do it so can I
Seattle Above the bar the TVs are showing the game But we're not watching it, we're hardly focussing Through the windows in the fading day 1st Avenue is turning grey Do you ever look at me and see another man Let's get two more beers and try to make a plan Sometimes it feels as though I have a key But every time I try it it won't turn for me Seattle - you've got to love the rain And we both love rain We both love rain We watched the city skyline from the ferry deck And you put your arms around my neck We talked of looking just out of town Now it's looking like a dream shot down I still believe that there's somewhere for us But now it's something that we don't discuss And you're the best thing I ever knew Stay with me, baby, and we'll make it to We'll make it to Seattle - you've got to love the rain And we both love rain We both love rain Seattle - I want you just the same And we both love rain We both love rain
11. Kingdom Of Gold 5:22
Kingdom Of Gold The high priest of money looks down on the river The dawn coming up on his kingdom of gold When the rim of the sun sends an arrow of silver He prays to the gods of the bought and the sold He turns to his symbols, his ribbons of numbers They circle and spin on their mystical scroll He looks for a sign while the city still slumbers And the ribbons and the river forever unroll In his kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold Kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold Kingdom of gold On the horizon an enemy haven Sends traces of smoke high up into the sky A pack of dog jackals and a rabble of ravens Who'll come for his fortress, his castle on high In his kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold Kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold Kingdom of gold His axes and armour will conquer these devils The turbulent raiders will falter and fall Their leaders be taken, their camps burned and levelled They'll hang in the wind from his citadel walls In his kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold Kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold Kingdom of gold
Got To Have Something Well if you ain't got whiskey Don't tell me that you ain't got gin If you ain't got whiskey Don't tell me that you ain't got gin Well I got to have something Need to get my medicine Well I can play your fish fry Play for change in town I can play your fish fry I can play for change in town Well I got to have something Keep me from going down Well let me play you one thing Somebody must have just got paid Yeah, let me play you one thing Somebody must have just got paid Well I got to have something Even if I don't get laid Yes, if you ain't got whiskey Don't tell me that you ain't got gin If you ain't got whiskey Don't tell me that you ain't got gin Well I got to have something Need to get my medicine Yeah, I got to have something Need to get my medicine
Radio City Serenade You've got to have no credit cards To know how good it feels The howling of the bridges The sidewalks bound with steel Sitting on the sidewalk With a party to arrange May you never change I stay out when I want to Still she takes me back Don't know another girl Would cut me so much slack Every wounded soldier Needs a lady with a light To help him through the night So blow a kiss to Radio City My forever silhouette Oh, you are so pretty My beautiful Rockette You've got my arms And the crosstown horns Going on - we've got it going on Have I got you a river view This one tops the list Got a head full of you And Irish Mist I know I owe it To the lady by the sea Who still looks out for me So blow a kiss to Radio City My forever silhouette Oh, you are so pretty My beautiful Rockette You've got my arms And the crosstown horns Going on - we've got it going on You've got my arms And the crosstown horns Going on - we've got it going on We've got it going on
I Used To Could Well, all down the 40 I never used to lift Thirteen gears, double clutch shift All those horses underneath the hood I don't do it no more but I used to could GMC Cannonball going like a train All down the 40 in the driving rain All those horses underneath the hood I don't do it no more but I used to could Well I don't hang around 'cause it ain't no good Like the big bad wolf in the neighborhood Chasin' after Little Red Riding Hood I don't do it no more but I used to could
Gator Blood Hammer on a skillet up they come Showman whanging on a ballyhoo drum Watch out, people I'm a greedy man Swallowed all the fishes in the frying pan Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood Chicken on a hotplate gobbledegook Come on up, honey and take a look Mighty fine weather this time of year Shake a tail feather you chicken you hear Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood Chicken on a hotplate it's gonna dance Gonna lose these chickens my first chance Don't you know I'm a flim flam man A chicken show it ain't worth a damn Gator blood, I got gator blood I got a country boy, he's a bird who sings Butter paddle, buck 'n wing Kid's got a winner bonafide hit I'm gonna have my dinner on a spit Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood Hoopla, humbug, howdy-do Gonna make you into chicken stew Alligator in the mud Don't you know I got gator blood Gator blood, I got gator blood Never lend a dollar to your good friend Tom Hogwash Holler is where he's from If you got treasure all in a vault And he gets you, baby that's your own fault Gator blood, I got gator blood
Bluebird Got crows in my pasture Rats in my barn Crows in my pasture, babe Rats in my barn If I was you, little bluebird I'd up and find another farm I've got nightshade in my meadow Ragweed in my corn Nightshade in my meadow And ragweed in my corn If I was you, little bluebird I'd be long gone Yes, I got squirrels in my rafters Weevils in my hay Squirrels in my rafters Weevils in my hay If I was you, little bluebird I'd up and fly away Fly away, baby
Dream Of The Drowned Submariner We run along easy at periscope depth Sun dappling through clear water So went the dream of the drowned submariner Far away from the slaughter Your hair is a strawflower that sings in the sun My darling, my beautiful daughter So went the dream of the drowned submariner Cast away on the water From down in the vault, down in the grave Reaching up to the light on the waves So she did run to him over the grass She fell in his arms and he caught her So went the dream of the drowned submariner Far away on the water Far away on the water
Blood And Water Blood and water bound to overflow Blood and water bound to overflow Well there's no more high water But the Old Man's just waiting, I know He was sent up on the levee Now they've gone up country They won't do nothing for you now And don't go asking me They've gone - it's all over here Sometimes I'd see her passing With the evening coming on I've seen you on her pathway I've seen you at dawn Look over yonder at that empty shack You know as well as I do They ain't coming back They're gone - it's all over here Blood and water bound to overflow Blood and water bound to overflow Well there's no more high water But the Old Man's just waiting, I know So many promises We broke them, every one Kept people on the levees With sherrifs and shotguns They're gone - it's all over here Look over yonder at that empty shack You know as well as I do They ain't coming back They're gone - it's all over here Blood and water bound to overflow Blood and water bound to overflow Well there's no more high water No more high water There's no more high water But the Old Man's just waiting, I know
Today Is Okay Well, we like to have some friends around Do the twist to Ray Charles and James Brown After lunch I'll maybe take a nap I like a nap before a scrap Honey, pass me more of them peas Mm, I do like these And let me have some more of those More steak and potatoes, yeah In a little while I'm going downtown Maybe take me one or two rounds I'm gonna knock that man clean out He's going down, no doubt Maybe I was born on a bad luck day Born under a bad sign But today is okay Today's just fine Baby you can read my mind I'll be home just after nine You're the best medicine I know Tonight we're gonna let it all go Put on that pretty silk shirt Put on on that tight black skirt Put on those heels so black We can party on when I get back Maybe I was born on a bad luck day Born under a bad sign But today is okay Today's just fine
After The Beanstalk Well a hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing Well the hen's alright but the harp is everything When he's gunning for glory a boy just won't be told Gunning for glory a boy just won't be told I went up three times but it never was for the gold Oh, Mama what's the matter now Oh, Mama what's the matter now That old cow she wasn't milking anyhow After the beanstalk your life's not the same After the beanstalk your life's not the same Well the harp's worth more than any fortune and fame Oh, Mama what's the matter now Oh, Mama what's the matter now I'm still up in the morning to get behind the plough A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing Well the hen's alright but the harp is everything Oh, Mama what's the matter now Oh, Mama what's the matter now I'm still up in the morning to get behind the plough
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21. Why Aye Man 7:09
(Live From Music Bank London/2011)
WHY AYE MAN WE HAD NO WAY OF STAYING AFLOAT WE HAD TO LEAVE ON THE FERRY BOAT ECONOMIC REFUGEES ON THE RUN TO GERMANY WE HAD THE BACK OF MAGGIE'S HAND TIMES WERE TOUGH IN GEORDIELAND WE GOT WOR 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 WE'RE THE NOMAD TRIBES, TRAVELLING BOYS IN THE DUST AND DIRT AND THE RACKET AND THE NOISE DRILLS AND HAMMERS, DIGGERS AND PICKS MIXING CONCRETE, LAYING BRICKS THERE'S ENGLISH, IRISH, SCOTS, THE LOT UNITED NATION'S WHAT WE'VE 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 NAE MORE WORK ON MAGGIE'S FARM HADAWAY DOWN THE AUTOBAHN MINE'S A PORTACABIN BED OR A BUNK IN A NISSEN HUT INSTEAD THERE'S PLENTY DEUTSCHMARKS HERE TO EARN AND GERMAN TARTS ARE WUNDERSCHOEN GERMAN BEER IS CHEMICAL-FREE GERMANY'S ALREET WITH ME SOMETIMES I MISS MY RIVER TYNE BUT YOU'RE MY PRETTY FRAULEIN TONIGHT WE'LL DRINK THE OLD TOWN DRY KEEP WOR SPIRIT LEVELS HIGH WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN
(Live From Music Bank London/2011)
Cleaning My Gun I keep a weather eye on the horizon, my back to the wall I like to know who’s coming through the door, that’s all It’s the old army training kicking in I’m not complaining, it’s the world we live in Blarney and Malarkey, they’re a devious firm They’ll take you to the cleaners or let you burn The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen - thanks a lot We hired the worst dishwasher this place ever got Come in 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 I keep a weather eye on the horizon, tap the stormglass now and then I’ve 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 and a mirror ball, we had a dee jay used to eat pretty much all that came his way Ever since the goons came in and took apart the place I keep a tyre iron in the corner, just in case I gave you a magic bullet on a little chain to keep you 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 going to need a little luck You can still get gas in Heaven, and a drink in Kingdom Come In the meantime I’m cleaning my gun
(Live From Music Bank London/2011)
Corned Beef City Early in the morning Going to meet a man Wants a truck unloading For cash-in-hand You don't ask questions When there's nothing in the bank Got to feed the kids And put the diesel in the tank Bacon, egg and sausage Double chips and beans Tea and bread and butter And a day on the machines Christmas is coming With the final demand What you got going For cash in hand So it ain't too pretty Corned Beef City It ain't too pretty Corned Beef City Early in the morning Where the trucks all stand I've got a pocket full of folding And a pair of jerry cans I've got to keep it going They're laying off at Ford I'm only one step ahead Of my room and board So it ain't too pretty Corned Beef City It ain't too pretty Corned Beef City Early in the morning Going to meet a man Wants a truck unloading For cash-in-hand You don't ask questions When there's nothing in the bank Got to feed the kids And put the diesel in the tank So it ain't too pretty Corned Beef City It ain't too pretty Corned Beef City
(Live From Music Bank London/2011)
SAILING TO PHILADELPHIA I am Jeremiah Dixon I am a Geordie boy A glass of wine with you sir and a ladies arms enjoy Oh 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 He cut me out for picking 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 A 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 forests of the Iroquois... Now hold your head up, Mason See America lies there The moon and tide has raised The capes of Delaware Come up and feel the sun A new morning has begun Another day will make it clear Why your star should guide us here... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line A Mason-Dixon line
(Live From Music Bank London/2011)
HILL FARMER'S BLUES I'M GOING INTO TOW LAW FOR WHAT I NEED CHAIN FOR THE RIPSAW KILLER FOR THE WEED THE DOG'S AT THE BACK DOOR LEAVE HIM BE DON'T FEED HIM JACK AND DON'T WAIT UP FOR ME GOING INTO TOW LAW TO FUEL MY FIRE SHELLS FOR THE TWELVE AND RAZOR WIRE THE DOG'S AT THE BACK DOOR LEAVE HIM BE DON'T DO JACK AND DON'T WAIT UP FOR ME SO BAD SO BAD SO BAD SO BAD I'M GOING INTO TOW LAW TO HAVE MY FUN DON'T GET ME WRONG YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE BEHIND MY BACK LORD YOU MADE A FOOL OF ME DON'T DO JACK AND DON'T WAIT UP FOR ME SO BAD SO BAD SO BAD SO BAD
--- Super Deluxe Box Set Bonus Disc ---
26. Occupation Blues 4:22
27. River of Grog 3:43
28. Follow The Ribbon 8:08
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29. Your Perfect Song 2:52
All songs written by Mark Knopfler Except Miss You Blues, lyrics Mark Knopfler, melody Deep Blue Sea: trad arr Knopfler Personnel: Mark Knopfler: vocals, electric, slide and acoustic guitars Richard Bennett: guitars, bouzouki and tiple Jim Cox: piano and organ Guy Fletcher: keyboards and vocals John McCusker: fiddle and cittern Mike McGoldrick: whistles and uilleann pipes Phil Cunningham: accordion Glenn Worf: upright and electric bass Ian Thomas: drums Kim Wilson: harp Tim O’Brien: mandolin and vocals Paul Franklin: pedal steel Ruth Moody: vocals Rupert Gregson-Williams: vocals Chris Botti: trumpet Nigel Hitchcock: saxophone John Charnec: clarinet Strings arranged by Mark Knopfler and Guy Fletcher Strings conducted by Rupert Gregson-Williams Published by Hornall Bros Music Ltd/Will D Side Ltd Produced by Mark Knopfler Co-produced Guy Fletcher and Chuck Ainlay Engineered by Chuck Ainlay and Guy Fletcher Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Gateway mastering Studios, Portland, Maine Cover photography by Johnnie Pilkington Additional photography by Guy Fletcher Design by Mark Knopfler and Salvador Design Cover Design by Big Fish Mark Knopfler uses D'Addario strings. Year: 2012 Format: 2CD Label: Mercury Tracks: 20 Total Time: 1:29:51
