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
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
Превод: Марк Нопфлър. В Ragpicker Сън.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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