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1. _ Border Reiver
Southern bound from Glasgow town, she's shining in the sun
My Scotstoun lassie, on the border run
We're whistling down the hillsides and tearing up the climbs
I'm just a thiever, stealing time
In the Border Reiver.
Three hundred thousand on the clock and plenty more to go
Crash, box and lever, she needs the heal and toe
She's not to cold in winter but she cooks me in the heat
I'm a six foot driver but you can adjust the seat
In the Border Reiver
Sure as the sunrise, that's what they say about the Albion
Sure as the sunrise, that's what they say about the Albion
She's an Albion, she's an Albion
The ministry don't worry me my paperwork's alright
They can't touch me, I got my sleep last night
Its knocking out a living wage in nineteen sixty nine
I'm just a thiever, stealing time
In the Border reiver.
Sure as the sunrise, that's what they say about the Albion
Sure as the sunrise, that's what they say about the Albion
She's an Albion, she's an Albion
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2. _ Monteleone
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 finger plane's working
Gentle persuasion
I bend to the wood and I coax it to sing
Monteleone
Your new one and only will ring
Monteleone
Your new one and only will ring
The rain on the window
The snow on the gravel
The seasons go by to the songs in the wood
Too quick or too careless
It all could unravel
It so easily could
The chisels are calling
It's back for an encore
Back to the shavings that cover the floor
Monteleone
A call for more
Monteleone
A call for more
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3. _ Hard Shoulder
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
You never know
I never thought you'd go
Man's broken down
Man's broken down
On the slip road
Got a slip load
And it's a hard
Shoulder to cry on
Hacksaws and hammers
Brushes and mop
And i've got the ladders
Up on the top
If something needs doing
I always say
You want it done
The proper way
I need you to stay
Man's broken down
Man's broken down
On the slip road
Got a slip load
And it's a hard
Shoulder to cry on
Give me a minute
We'll be going again
Sound as a bell
Right as rain
Right as rain
And it's a hard
Shoulder to cry on
To cry on
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4. _ Car Was the One
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5. _ 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 storm glass 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 DJ
used to eat pretty much all that came his way
Ever since the goons came in and took apart the place
I keep a tire 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
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6. _ Piper to the End
When I leave this world behind me
To another I will go
If there are no pipes in heaven
I`ll be going down below
If friends in time be severed
Someday we will meet again
I`ll return to leave you never
Be a piper to the end
This has been a day to die fo'
Now the day has almost gone
Up above a choir of seabirds
Turns to face the setting sun
Now the evening dawn is calling
And all the hills are burning red
And before the night comes falling
Clouds are lined with golden thread
We watched the fires together
Shared our quarters for a while
Walked the dusty roads together
Came so many miles
This has been a day to die on
Now the day is almost done
Here the pipes will lay beside me
Silent will the battle drum
If friends in time be severed
Someday here we will meet again
I return to leave you never
Be a piper to the end
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7. _ Remembrance Day
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
The batsman takes a look around
The boys are fielding on home ground
The steeple sharp against the blue
When I think of you
Sam and Andy
Jack and john
Charlie martin
Jamie Ron
Harry Stephen
Will and don
Matthew Michael
On and on
We will remember them
Remember them
Remember them
We will remember them
Remember them
Remember them
Time has slipped away
The summer sky to autumn yields
A haze of smoke across the fields
Let's sup and fight another round
And walk the stublbed ground
When November brings
The poppies on remembrance day
When the vicar comes to say
Lest we forget our sons
We will remember them
Remember them
Remember them
We will remember them
Remember them
Remember them
We will remember them
Remember them
Remember them
We will remember them
Remember them
Remember them
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8. _ Get Lucky
I'm better with my muscles
Than I am with my mouth
I worked the fairgrounds in the summer
And go pick fruit down south
And when I'm feel them 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 now and then
You win some
I wake up every morning
Keep on eye on what I spent
Gotta think about eating
Gotta think about paying the rent
I always think it's funny
It gets me every time
I wonder about the happiness and money
Tell it to the breadline
But you might get lucky now and then
You win some you might get lucky now and then
You win some
Now I'm rambling through this meadow happy as a man can be
Think I just lay me down under this old tree
On and on we go through this old world of shuffling
If you got a truffle dog you can go truffling
But you might get lucky now and then
You win some you might get lucky now and then
You win some
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9. _ You Can't Beat the House
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10. _ Before Gas and TV
Before gas and TV
Before people had cars
We'd sit around the fires
Pass around our guitars
Remembering songs
When my daddy was home
He'd play along
On the spoons and a comb
We'd go with the flow
When the weather was fine
Sometimes we'd go
Collecting scrap iron
And we'd sit around the fires
Pass a bottle of wine
In the tales of the road
Since time out of mind
If heaven's like this
Well that's OK with me
Where the living is fine
And living is free
If heaven's like this
Well then here's where I'll be
On the edge of the field
On the edge of the world
Before gas and TV
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11. _ So Far from the Clyde
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
Whats left of the stew
The time is approaching the captain moves over
The hang man steps in to do what hes paid for
With the wind down the tide she goes proud a head steaming
He drives her hard into the shore
So far from the Clyde
Together we ride we did ride
A drift to a wave from her bows to her rudder
Bravely she rises to meet with the land
Under their feet you can feel the kings shudder
The shallow sea washes their hands
Later the captain shakes hands with the hangman
Climbs slowly down to the oily wet ground
Goes back to the car that has come here to take him
Through the graveyard back to the town
So far from the Clyde
Together we ride we did ride
They pull out her cables and hack off her hatches
Too poor to be wasteful with pity or time
They sworn on her carcass with torches and axes
Like a whale on a bloody shore line
Stripped of her pillars her stays and her stanchions
When their only her bones on the wet poison land
Steal rods will drag her with winces and engines
So far from the Clyde
Together we ride we did ride
So far from the Clyde
Together we ride we did ride
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