7/31/2019 Dire Straits CD Greatest Hits

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These mist covered mountains

are a home now for me

but my home is the lowlands

and always will be

someday you'll return to

your valleys and your farms

and you'll no longer burn to be

brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruc-

tion

baptisms of firei've witnessed your suffering

as the battle 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

Here comes Johnny singing

oldies, goldies

Be-Bop-A-Lua, Baby What I Say

Here comes Johnny singing I

Gotta Woman

Down in the tunnels, trying to

make it pay

He got the action, he got the mo-

tion

Yeah, the boy can play

Dedication devotionTurning all the night time into

the day

He do the song about the sweet

lovin' woman

He do the song about the knife

He do the walk, he do the walk of

life

Here comes Johnny and he'll tell

you the story

Hand me down mu walkin' shoes

Here come Johnny with the

Calling Elvis

Is anybody home

Calling Elvis

I'm here all alone

Did he leave the building

Or can he come to the phone

Calling Elvis

I'm here all alone

Well tell him I was calling just to

wish him well

Let me leave my numberHeartbreak hotel

Oh love me tender

Baby don't be cruel

Return to sender

Treat me like a fool

Calling Elvis

Is anybody home

Calling Elvis

I'm here all alone

Did he leave the building

Can he come to the phone

there's gotta be a record of you

some place

you gotta be on somebody's

books

the lowdown - a picture of your

face

your injured looks

the sacred and profane

the pleasure and the pain

somewhere your fingerprints re-

main concreteand it's your face I'm looking for

on every street

a ladykiller - regulation tattoo

silver spurs on his heels

says - what can I tell you as I'm

standing next to you

she threw herself under my

wheels

oh it's a dangerous road

and a hazardous load

and the fireworks over liberty ex-

A million miles our vagabond

heels

clocked up beneath the clouds

Theyre counting down to show

time

When we do it for real with the

crowds

Air miles are owing

but they dont come for free

And they dont give you any for

pain

But if its all for nothing

all the road running

its been in vain

the rimshots come down like

cannon fire

and thunder off the wall

theres a man in every corner

and each one is giving his all

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 Newcas-

tle 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

I am Jeremiah Dixon

I am a Geordie boy

A glass of wine with you, sir

And the ladies I'll enjoy

All 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

They'd cut me out for baking

bread

But I had other dreams insteadThis 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

The drinking dens are spilling

out

There's staggering in the square

There's lads and lasses falling

about

And a crackling in the air

Down around the dungeon doors

The shelters and the queues

Everybody's looking for

Somebody's arms to fall into

And it's what it is

It's what it is now

There's frost on the graves and

the monuments

But the taverns are warm in townPeople Curse the government

And shovel hot food down

The lights are out in the city hall

The castle and the keep

The moon shines down upon it

all

im going to san bernardino

ring-a-ding-ding

milkshake mixers

thats my thing, now

these guys bought

a heap of my stuff

and i gotta see a good thing

sure enough, now

or my names not kroc

thats kroc with a k

like crocodile

but not spelled that way, yeah

its dog eat dog

rat eat rat

kroc-style

boom, like that

the folks line up

all down the street

and im seeing this girl

devour her meat, now

and then i get it, wham

as clear as day

We're taking on water

Diesel and stores

Laying up awhile

Before I'm back on board

They're patching her up

To go fishing again

They're welding her rudder

Scrubbing her keel

Scars on her belly

Need time to heal

In the dock

With the trawlermen

I know all the people

There's nobody new

Soon we'll be leaving

With the same old crew

On the green water

The tumbling sea

They ain't running

Like the good old days

Time's just slipping

Down the old slipways