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Mark Knopfler Get Lucky Album Cover

Get Lucky

Released: Mercury/Reprise (2009)

Album Credits

Mark Knopfler: guitar, vocals
Danny Cummings: drums
Glen Worf: bass
Richard Bennett: guitar
Guy Fletcher: keyboards
Matt Rollings: keyboards
John McCusker: violin, cittern
Artwork by Salvador Design
Engineered by Chuck Ainlay, Guy Fletcher
Mastered by Bob Ludwig
Produced by Mark Knopfler

Recorded at British Grove Studios, London. Mastered at Gateway Mastering Studios, Portland, Maine. ℗©2009 Will D. Side Limited.

The sixth solo studio release from Mark Knopfler.

Get Lucky

  • 1. Border Reiver
    Southern bound from Glasgow town
    she’s shining in the sun
    my Scotstoun lassie
    on a 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 heel and toe
    She’s not too cold in winter
    but she cooks me in the heat
    I’m a six-foot driver but you can’t 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 and 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
    It’s knocking out a living wage
    in 1969
    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 and she’s an Albion
    She’s an Albion
  • 2. Hard Shoulder
    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 slipped load
    And it’s a hard shoulder to cry on

    Hacksaws and hammers, brushes and mop
    Then 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 slipped load
    And it’s a hard shoulder to cry on

    Give me a minute we’ll be going again
    Sound as a pound, right as rain
    – right as rain
    And it’s a hard shoulder to cry on
    – to cry on
  • 3. You Can’t Beat The House
    You can’t fool a fooler
    I can tell
    when a john got jazzed
    by a jezebel
    You can’t beat the house
    You can’t beat the house
    Tell the man somebody
    You can’t beat the house

    When these horn dogs
    get lucky with dough
    they’ll blow it on the roosters
    and the girls of Smokey Row
    You can’t beat the house
    You can’t beat the house
    Now tell the man somebody
    You can’t beat the house

    You want to buy you a dance
    don’t buy it in here
    It’s all skin games and jelly roll
    red-eye and beer
    They’re all as mean as rat snakes
    all got knives in their boots
    Even the piano player, man,
    he don’t care who he shoots

    See that little homewrecker
    in the backroom
    She’ll pick your pocket
    with her pet raccoon
    You can’t beat the house
    You can’t beat the house
    Tell the man, somebody
    You can’t beat the house
  • 4. Before Gas & TV
    Before gas and TV
    before people had cars
    we’d sit round the fires
    pass around a guitar
    remembering songs
    When my daddy was home
    he’d play along
    on the spoons and a comb

    We’d go with the flow
    When the weather was fine
    sometimes we’d go
    collecting scrap iron
    Then we’d sit round the fires
    pass a bottle of wine
    and the tales of the road
    since time out of mind

    If heaven’s like this
    well, that’s okay with me
    where the living is fine
    and living is free
    If heaven’s like this
    well, then here’s where I’ll be
    on the edge of the field
    on the edge of the world
    before gas and TV
  • 5. Monteleone
    The chisels are calling
    It’s time to make sawdust
    Steely reminders of things left to do
    Monteleone, a mandolin’s waiting for you

    My finger planes working
    Gentle persuasion
    I bend to the wood and I coax it to sing
    Monteleone, your new one and only will ring
    Monteleone, your new one and only will ring

    The rain on the window, the snow on the gravel
    the seasons go by to the songs in the wood
    Too quick or too careless it all could unravel
    It so easily could

    The chisels are calling
    It’s back for an encore
    Back to the shavings that cover the floor
    Monteleone, they’re calling for more
    Monteleone, they’re calling for more
  • 6. Cleaning My Gun
    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 stormglass 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 dee jay
    used to eat pretty much all that came his way
    Ever since the goons came in and took apart the place
    I keep a tyre 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
  • 7. The Car Was The One
    In summer ’63 I was staying alive
    hanging at the races, hoping to drive
    When they were done with the weekend and loading the cars
    I couldn’t get a pass so I went to the bar

    I’m up in the corner nursing a beer
    who should come laughing and joking in here
    but Bobby Brown, the winner of the sports car race
    with some friends and a girl, man, she lit up the place

    Bobby was a wild boy – one summer
    he knocked down a motel wall with a hammer
    He’d do anything – one night for a bet
    he raced through the cornfields in a Corvette

    I thought it’s got to be a thrill to be like that
    with the beautiful girl and be king of the track
    But the truth is when all was said and done
    it was his Cobra I wanted – the car was the one
    It was his Cobra I wanted – the car was the one
    The car was the one – the car was the one
  • 8. Remembrance Day
    On your maypole green
    see the winding morris men
    Angry Alfie, Bill and Ken
    waving hankies, sticks and boots
    – all the earth and roots

    Standing at the crease
    the batsman takes a look around
    The boys are fielding on home ground
    The steeple sharp against the blue
    – when I think of you

    Sam and Andy, Jack and John
    Charlie, Martin, Jamie, Ron
    Harry, Stephen, Will and Don
    Matthew, Michael – on and on

    We will remember them
    remember them, remember them
    We will remember them
    remember them, remember them

    Time has slipped away
    The summer sky to autumn yields
    A haze of smoke across the fields
    Let’s up and fight another round
    and walk the stubbled ground

    When November brings
    the poppies on Remembrance Day
    when the vicar comes to say
    ‘May God bless them, every one
    Lest we forget our sons’

    We will remember them
    remember them, remember them
    We will remember them
    remember them, remember them
  • 9. Get Lucky
    I’m better with my muscles
    than I am with my mouth
    I’ll work the fairgrounds in the summer
    or go pick fruit down south
    And when I feel them chilly winds
    where the weather goes I’ll follow
    Pack up my travelling things
    go with the swallows
    And I might get lucky now and then – you win some
    I might get lucky now and then – you win some

    I wake up every morning
    keep an eye on what I spent
    Got to think about eating
    got to think about paying the rent
    I always think it’s funny –
    gets me every time
    The one about happiness and money –
    tell it to the bread line
    But you might get lucky now and then – you win some
    You might get lucky now and then – yeah, you win some

    Now I’m rambling through this meadow
    happy as a man can be
    Think I’ll just lay me down
    under this old tree
    On and on we go
    through this old world a’ shuffling
    If you’ve got a truffle dog
    you can go truffling
    And you might get lucky now and then – you win some
    You might get lucky now and then – yeah, you win some
  • 10. So Far From The Clyde
    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
    with what’s left of a stew

    Her time is approaching
    The captain moves over
    The hangman steps in
    to do what he’s paid for
    With the wind and the tide
    she goes proud ahead steaming
    and he drives her hard into the shore

    so far from the Clyde
    together we’d ride
    we did ride

    As if to a wave
    from her bows to her rudder
    bravely she rises
    to meet with the land
    Under their feet
    they all feel her keel shudder
    A shallow sea washes their hands

    Later the captain
    shakes hands with the hangman
    and climbs slowly down
    to the oily wet ground
    Goes bowed to the car
    that has come here to take him
    through the graveyard and back to the town

    so far from the Clyde
    together we’d ride
    we did ride

    They pull out her cables
    and hack off her hatches
    Too poor to be wasteful
    with pity or time
    They swarm on her carcass
    with torches and axes
    Like a whale on the bloody shoreline

    Stripped of her pillars
    her stays and her stanchions
    When there’s only her bones
    on the wet, poisoned land
    steel ropes will drag her
    with winches and engines
    ‘til there’s only a stain on the sand

    so far from the Clyde
    together we’d ride
    we did ride
    so far from the Clyde
    together we’d ride
    we did ride
  • 11. Piper To The End
    When I leave this world behind me
    to another I will go
    And 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 for
    Now the day is almost done
    Up above, a quiet seabird
    turns to face the setting sun
    Now the evening dove 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 with the battle drum
    If friends in time be severed
    someday we will meet again
    I’ll return to leave you never
    be a piper to the end