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Mark Knopfler The Ragpicker S Dream

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

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

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

Tyne For some dawn 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

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

Roll out here mister If you need a little rest Lay me down in Marbletown A bone yard is the best There was a bad bull on the railroad Tried to pull

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

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