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Trawlerman's Song, Mark Knopfler
Trawlerman's Song
Release type: Album
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Release date:

2005

 
Duration: 27:08  
Size, Mb: 62,27  
Bitrate:

320

 
Price for album: ą0.48 (discount 20%)  

 
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Title / Artist     Duration Bitrate Size (Mb) Price Download
1
Trawlerman's Song Lyrics 05:02 320 11,55 ą0.10
2
Back To Trupelo Lyrics 04:32 320 10,39 ą0.10
3
Song For Sonny Liston Lyrics
So many mouths
To feed on the farm
Sonny was the second
To the last one born
His mamma ran away
And his daddy beat him bad
And he grew up wild
Good love he never had

He had a left
Like henryís hammer
A right like betty bamalam
Rode with the muggers
In the dark and dread
And all them sluggers
Went down like lead

Well he hung with the hoods
He wouldnít stroke the fans
But he had dynamite
In both his hands
Boom bam
Like the slammer door
The bell and the can
And the bodies on the floor

Beware the bearís in town
Somebodyís money says
The bearís going down
Yeah, the bear never smiles
Sonnyís going down
For miles and miles
Sonnyís going down
For miles and miles

The writers didnít like him
The fight game jocks
With his lowlife backers
And his hands like rocks
They didnít want to have
A bogey man
They didnít like him
And he didnít like them

Black cadillac
Alligator boots
Money in the pockets
Of his sharkskin suits
Some say the bear
Took a flop
They couldnít believe it
When they saw him drop

He had a left
Like henryís hammer
A right like betty bamalam
Rode with the muggers
In the dark and dread
And all them sluggers
Went down like lead

Joe louis was his hero
He tried to be the same
But a criminal child
Wears a ball and chain
So the civil rights people
Didnít want him on the throne
And the hacks and the cops
Wouldnít leave him alone

Beware the bearís in town
Somebodyís money says
The bearís going down
Yeah, the bear never smiles
Sonnyís going down
For miles and miles
Sonnyís going down
For miles and miles

At the foot of his bed
With his feet on the floor
There was dope in his veins
And a pistol on the drawer
There was no investigation
As such
He hated needles
But he knew too much

Criss-crossed
On his back
Scars from his daddy
Like slavery tracks
The second-last child
Was the second-last king
Never again was it the same
In the ring

He had a left
Like henryís hammer
A right like betty bamalam
Rode with the muggers
In the dark and dread
And all them sluggers
Went down like lead

They never could be sure
About the day he was born
A motherless child
Set to working on the farm
And they never could be sure
About the day he died
The bear was the king
They cast aside

Beware the bearís in town
Somebodyís money says
The bearís going down
Yeah, the bear never smiles
Sonnyís going down
For miles and miles
Sonnyís going down
For miles and miles
05:30 320 12,62 ą0.10
4
Boom Like That Lyrics 04:35 320 10,51 ą0.10
5
Donegan's Gone Lyrics 02:59 320 6,86 ą0.10
6
Stand Up Guy Lyrics
Brew the coffee in a bucket
Double straight man and banjo
If you donít got the snake oil
Buster, you donít got a show
Who puts the doh-re-me
In our pockets
Keeps the party going on?
Itís the man
Who sells the potions
Iím just one who plays the songs
Now they generally buys
The bigger size
They usually rub it in
I drank it once, it tasted
Like grease and paraffin
Itís mostly alcohol, okay
You canít deny itís strong
We was going through the motions
Ďtil the doctor came along

There stands the bottle
Ladies and gentlemen
All these bottles
Donít have to tell you, friends
These days miracles
Donít come falling from the sky
Raise your glasses to the doctor
To a stand up guy

When the monkeyshine is flying
And heís promising the cure
He says the french
For your lovesick blues
La maladie díamour
He gets the chumps all laughing
But he gets a few to buy
Hereís to beefsteak
When youíre hungry
And whiskey when youíre dry
Now the bandíll blow their moolah
Like sailors gone ashore
Now weíre going to west helena
To gamble, drink and whore
Letís you and me
All make whoopee
Hereís mud in your eye
Hereís to all the gals you ever want
And heaven when you die

There stands the bottle
Ladies and gentlemen
All these bottles
Donít have to tell you, friends
These days miracles
Donít come falling from the sky
Raise your glasses to the doctor
To a stand up guy

Thereís a big cheese with a cigar
Been sizing up the show
He wants to get the doctor
Pitching on the radio
I will make a switch to guitar
But the rules all still apply
They want to trust somebody
Yeah, they want a stand up guy

There stands the bottle
Hereís to absent friends
All these bottles
Dead soldiers in the end
These days miracles
Donít come falling from the sky
Raise your glasses to the doctor
To a stand up guy
To the doctor
A stand up guy
04:30 320 10,34 ą0.10