1. Why Aye Man 6:11
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
DEVIL BABY THE FREAKS'LL STAY TOGETHER THEY'RE A TIGHT OLD CREW YOU LOOK AT THEM AND THEY LOOK AT YOU I LOVE THE BALLYHOO GIRL BUT SHE DON'T CARE IT’S HARD TO FIND LOVE ANYWHERE HARD TO FIND LOVE ANYWHERE THE PROFESSOR IS THE TALKER HE'S THE TALKING MAN AND IF HE CAN'T CLEAN A MIDWAY NOBODY CAN HE'LL GET THE TIP ON IN FROM THE MIDWAY MUD YOU GOTTA HAVE THE SAWDUST IN THE BLOOD GOTTA HAVE THE SAWDUST IN THE BLOOD SEE THE PIG-FACED MAN AND THE MONKEY GIRL COME SEE THE BIG FAT LADY 'GATOR SLIM WITH THE ALLIGATOR SKIN COME SEE THE DEVIL BABY SPRINGER IS THE TALKER HE'S THE TALKING MAN HE'S GOT THE WHOLE STUDIO EATING OUT OF HIS HAND YOU CAN BE ON TOO WITH THE NUTS AND THE GEEKS CALL 1-800-IMA FREK 1-800-IMA FREK BE THE PIG-FACED MAN OR THE MONKEY GIRL COME BE THE BIG FAT LADY 'GATOR SLIM WITH THE ALLIGATOR SKIN COME BE THE DEVIL BABY
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
A PLACE WHERE WE USED TO LIVE THIS EMPTY KITCHEN'S WHERE I'D WHILE AWAY THE HOURS JUST NEXT TO MY OLD CHAIR YOU'D USUALLY HAVE SOME FLOWERS THE SHELVES OF BOOKS EVEN THE PICTURE HOOKS EVERYTHING IS GONE BUT MY HEART IS HANGING ON IF THIS OLD NEIGHBOURHOOD SURVIVED US BOTH ALRIGHT DON'T KNOW THAT IT WITHSTOOD ALL THE THINGS THAT TOOK OUR LIGHT YOU ON THE STAIR I CAN SEE YOU THERE EVERYTHING IS GONE BUT MY HEART IS HANGING ON ONCE THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL USED TO WONDER WHAT SHE WOULD BE WENT OUT INTO THE BIG WIDE WORLD NOW SHE'S JUST A MEMORY THERE USED TO BE A LITTLE SCHOOL HERE WHERE I LEARNED TO WRITE MY NAME BUT TIME HAS BEEN A LITTLE CRUEL HERE TIME HAS NO SHAME IT'S JUST A PLACE WHERE WE USED TO LIVE IT'S JUST A PLACE WHERE WE USED TO LIVE NOW IN ANOTHER TOWN YOU LEAD ANOTHER LIFE AND NOW UPSTAIRS AND DOWN YOU'RE SOMEONE ELSE'S WIFE HERE IN THE DUST THERE'S NOT A TRACE OF US EVERYTHING IS GONE BUT MY HEART IS HANGING ON IT'S JUST A PLACE WHERE WE USED TO LIVE IT'S JUST A PLACE WHERE WE USED TO LIVE
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 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
FARE THEE WELL NORTHUMBERLAND 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
MARBLETOWN ROLL OUT HERE MISTER IF YOU NEED A LTTLE REST LAY ME DOWN IN MARBLETOWN A BONE YARD IS THE BEST THERE WAS A BAD BULL ON THE RAILROAD TRIED TO PUT ME OFF HIS TRAIN LAY ME DOWN IN MARBLETOWN 'TIL THE COAST IS CLEAR AGAIN I CAN HEAR THEM A- HOLLERIN' 'WE GOT A MAN DOWN HERE WE GOT A MAN DOWN' I'M GONNA FLIP ME A CANNONBALL THAT WON'T STOP FOR ANYONE LAY ME DOWN IN MARBLETOWN WAIT ‘TIL MORNING COMES I'M GONNA ROLL OUT HERE IN THE TOMBSTONES WAIT HERE ON MY TRAIN LAY ME DOWN IN MARBLETOWN I HOPE THAT IT DON'T RAIN AND I CAN STILL HEAR THEM HOLLERIN ''WE GOT A MAN DOWN HERE WE GOT A MAN DOWN' ROLL OUT HERE MISTER IF YOU NEED A LITTLE REST LAY ME DOWN IN MARBLETOWN A BONE YARD IS THE BEST
YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BORN 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
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
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
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
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
13. Small Potatoes 3:11
SMALL POTATOES you can hire and fire, wheel and deal run your streets with a fist of steel but you're small potatoes strictly nickel and dime, nickel and dime small potatoes, small time you can raise an army on a town be the rent collector, come around yeah, but you're small potatoes strictly nickel and dime, nickel and dime small potatoes, small time if you take your leave of reality you have to believe in your own publicity but you get yourself and agent hire the Albert Hall make like Humpty dumpty and look down on it all but you're small potatoes strictly nickel and dime, nickel and dime small potatoes, small time out on the town for your charities hangingin around with the VIPS they say the duke of York took his men marched them up a hill of beans and down again he was small potatoes strictly nickel and dime, nickel and dime small potatoes, small potatoes, small potatoes, small time
1. Why Aye Man 6:48
Live at Shepherds Bush Empire
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 at Shepherds Bush Empire
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 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
Live at Massey Hall, Toronto
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 at Massey Hall, Toronto
BROTHERS IN ARMS These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arm Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I've watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms
enhanced video Live at Shepherds Bush Empire
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
Mark Knopfler: vocals and guitars Richard Bennett: guitars Jim Cox: piano and Hammond organ Guy Fletcher: keyboards Glenn Worf: bass Chad Cromwell: drumsAdditional musicians: Glenn Duncan: violin, track 11 Paul Franklin: pedal steel, tracks 3, 5, and 10 Mike Henderson: harmonica, track 6 Backing vocals: Jimmy Nail and Tim Healy: track 1 Guy Fletcher: track 8 Written by: Mark Knopfler Recorded and mixed by: Chuck Ainlay Second engineers: John Saylor, Jon Bailey, Jake Jackson Mastered by: Tony Cousens Produced by: Chuck Ainlay and Mark Knopfler Year: 2002 Format: CD Label: Mercury Reference No: 063 293-2 Songs: 12 Total Time: 55:34
