Get Lucky

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

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

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

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

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