MUSIC

Privateering

Privateering

Released: Mercury (2012)/Verve (2013)

Album Credits

Mark Knopfler: vocals, electric, slide and acoustic guitars
Richard Bennett: guitars, bouzouki and tiple
Jim Cox: piano and organ
Guy Fletcher: keyboards and vocals
John McCusker: fiddle and cittern
Mike McGoldrick: whistles and uilleann pipes
Phil Cunningham: accordion
Glenn Worf: upright and electric bass
Ian Thomas: drums
Kim Wilson: harp
Tim O’Brien: mandolin and vocals
Paul Franklin: pedal steel
Ruth Moody: vocals
Rupert Gregson-Williams: vocals
Chris Botti: trumpet
Nigel Hitchcock: saxophone
John Charnec: clarinet

Strings arranged by Mark Knopfler and Guy Fletcher
Strings conducted by Rupert Gregson-Williams

All songs written by Mark Knopfler
Except “Miss You Blues”, lyrics Mark Knopfler, melody “Deep Blue Sea”: trad arr Knopfler
Published by Hornall Bros Music Ltd/Will D Side Ltd

Produced by Mark Knopfler
Co-produced Guy Fletcher and Chuck Ainlay
Engineered by Chuck Ainlay and Guy Fletcher
Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Gateway mastering Studios, Portland, Maine

Cover photography by Johnnie Pilkington
Additional photography by Guy Fletcher
Design by Mark Knopfler and Salvador Design
Cover Design by Big Fish

Mark Knopfler uses D'Addario strings.

Privateering

  • Disc One.
  • 1. Redbud Tree
    Hunted down, I came upon
    A place of ferns and grass
    Gathered to a redbud tree
    And now their footsteps pass
    Where I crouch in dread
    Discovery my certain death
    Her leaves reaching for my head
    As I suspend my breath

    Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
    Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me

    Those days of fear are gone
    Yet I am pledged to her
    As to my only one
    My lovely protector

    Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
    Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
    Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
    Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
  • 2. Haul Away
    It was a windless night when you left the ship
    You never were a steady bold one
    I gave my hand, ah, but you did slip
    I’m a living man and you’re a cold one
    Haul away, haul away for home

    My love’s as fair as a girl can be
    My wedding ring is a heavy gold one
    Now you lie alone in the deep dark sea
    I’m a living man and you’re a cold one
    Haul away, haul away for home

    The morning brings, Lord, a fresh young breeze
    To fill our sails and end the doldrums
    Our lucky ship speeds across the sea
    I’m a living man and you’re a cold one
    Haul away, haul away for home
  • 3. Don’t Forget Your Hat
    Well, look out the window
    Never saw so much rain
    You better get down to the station
    If you want to catch that train
    So long, I guess that’s that
    Hey, hey, don’t forget your hat

    Well, you don’t call the action
    You don’t make the rules
    You don’t pay the piper
    You don’t even pay the fuel
    So long, I guess that’s that
    Hey, hey, don’t forget your hat

    Well, it’s a big old world out there
    Go get it if you can
    You got a ways to go
    Before you get to be a man
    So long, I guess that’s that
    Hey, hey, don’t forget your hat
  • 4. Privateering
    Yon’s my privateer
    See how trim she lies
    To every man a lucky hand
    And every man a prize
    I live to ride the ocean
    The mighty world around
    To take a little plunder
    And to hear the cannon sound
    To lay with pretty women
    To drink Madeira wine
    To hear the rollers thunder
    On a shore that isn’t mine

    Privateering we will go
    Privateering, yo ho ho ho
    Privateering we will go
    Yo ho ho, yo ho ho

    The people on your man o’ war
    Are treated worse than scum
    I’m no flogging captain
    And by God I’ve sailed with some
    Come with me to Barbary
    We’ll ply there up and down
    Not quite exactly
    In the service of the Crown
    To lay with pretty women
    To drink Madeira wine
    To hear the rollers thunder
    On a shore that isn’t mine

    Privateering we will go
    Privateering, yo ho ho ho
    Privateering we will go
    Yo ho ho, yo ho ho

    Look’ee there’s my privateer
    She’s small but she can sting
    Licensed to take prizes
    With a letter from the King
    I love the streets and taverns
    Of a pretty foreign town
    Tip my hat to the dark-eyed ladies
    As we sally up and down
    To lay with pretty women
    To drink Madeira wine
    To hear the rollers thunder
    On a shore that isn’t mine

    Privateering we will go
    Privateering, yo ho ho ho
    Privateering we will go
    Yo ho ho, yo ho ho

    Britannia needs her privateers
    Each time she goes to war
    Death to all her enemies
    Though prizes matter more
    Come with me to Barbary
    We’ll ply there up and down
    Not quite exactly
    In the service of the Crown
    To lay with pretty women
    To drink Madeira wine
    To hear the rollers thunder
    On a shore that isn’t mine

    Privateering we will go
    Privateering, yo ho ho ho
    Privateering we will go
    Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
  • 5. Miss You Blues
    Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
    Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
    You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
    Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues

    Who’s gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
    Who’s gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
    You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
    Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues

    Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
    Miss you blues, baby miss you blues
    You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
    Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues

    Walk alone down the avenue
    Walk alone down the avenue
    You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
    Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues

    Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
    Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
    You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
    Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
  • 6. Corned Beef City
    Early in the morning
    Going to meet a man
    Wants a truck unloading
    For cash-in-hand
    You don’t ask questions
    When there’s nothing in the bank
    Got to feed the kids
    And put the diesel in the tank

    Bacon, egg and sausage
    Double chips and beans
    Tea and bread and butter
    And a day on the machines
    Christmas is coming
    With the final demand
    What you got going
    For cash in hand

    So it ain’t too pretty
    Corned Beef City
    It ain’t too pretty
    Corned Beef City

    Early in the morning
    Where the trucks all stand
    I’ve got a pocket full of folding
    And a pair of jerry cans
    I’ve got to keep it going
    They’re laying off at Ford
    I’m only one step ahead
    Of my room and board

    So it ain’t too pretty
    Corned Beef City
    It ain’t too pretty
    Corned Beef City

    Early in the morning
    Going to meet a man
    Wants a truck unloading
    For cash-in-hand
    You don’t ask questions
    When there’s nothing in the bank
    Got to feed the kids
    And put the diesel in the tank

    So it ain’t too pretty
    Corned Beef City
    It ain’t too pretty
    Corned Beef City
  • 7. Go, Love
    I had to leave for certain
    I like to come back now and then
    Maybe I’m just returning
    So I can leave again

    The wind comes softly blowing
    From the cold grey sea
    She leans into my collar
    Starts whispering to me

    Go, love, if you’re going
    You keep looking down the track
    Go, love, if you’re going
    I’ll be here when you come back

    Go, love, if you’re going
    Go, love, if you’re going

    So go, love, if you’re going
    Don’t stay on account of me
    Go, love, if you’re going
    If that’s the way it’s got to be

    Go, love, if you’re going
    You keep looking down the track
    Go, love, if you’re going
    I’ll be here when you come back

    Go, love, if you’re going
    Go, love, if you’re going
  • 8. Hot or What
    She came on the river
    With a gift for me
    I’m in way deep
    That’s how it has to be
    It’s hot in the desert
    But I’m cool in the zone
    People call me lucky
    But I say you make your own

    I’m on a roll
    Yeah, I’m on a roll
    I’m runnin’ hot
    Baby, am I hot or what?

    This is outrageous
    I got all kinds of stuff
    Can I dodge bullets
    And can I bluff
    Hot shots keep on a’ coming
    Looking for a fight
    But the names are going down
    To the left and to the right

    And I’m on a roll
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m on a roll
    I’m runnin’ hot
    Baby, am I hot or what?

    It gets dark at night
    That’s how it goes
    It gets cold in winter
    Don’t be surprised if it snows
    You wanna play Hold’em
    With my friend Mr Chan
    If you lose your stack, well
    You sure can’t blame the man

    Ha! ha! ha!
    Ha! ha! ha!
    I’m runnin’ hot
    Baby, am I hot or what?

    They play with me a while
    I’ll read ’em like a book
    Let’s go have a drink or two
    And talk about the scalps I took
    I got a big old stack
    I had me a big old day
    Tomorrow I go back
    Gonna take it all the way

    ‘Cos I’m on a roll
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m on a roll
    I’m runnin’ hot
    Baby, am I hot or what?
    I said I’m runnin’ hot, baby
    Baby, am I hot or what?
  • 9. Yon Two Crows
    Pennies from heaven
    Don’t make me laugh
    Here all you’ll get
    Is the pattering rain
    Or yon two crows up over the hill
    Looking for winterkill
    Always at your boots
    The mud behind the byre
    With its clammy hold
    Would mock you up a grave
    Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold

    And all you’ll bring to this
    Is muscle and grit
    Persistence, that’s just about it
    What made you think
    There’d be a living in sheep?
    Eat, work, eat, work and sleep

    Duck under the eaves
    Of the bothy
    To sit here, caged by rain
    Somewhere to go conjure
    A next move
    When I have to think again
    The dog lifts his gaze to plead
    Believes the wizard has a magic stick
    Leans his weight into my tweed
    I give an unholy hand to lick

    I take a swig of sheep dip
    From my flask
    And once again I ask
    What made you think
    There’d be a living in sheep?
    Eat, work, eat, work and sleep

    They were at this game
    Two hundred years ago
    Had thirty ways
    Of dying young, poor souls
    Laid to rest in their soggy rows
    Rain on their holy books
    Blood and whisky
    On the tongue
    And no-one watching over anyone
    No-one left but your stubborn one
    And the crows and rooks

    Ah, the dying young
    Well I’m not done
    You watch me and I’ll watch thee
    I can still work for two men
    And drink for three

    And I raise my flask
    To the clearing skies
    To you, sweepers
    You carrion spies
    To scavenge and survive
    If you can do it so can I
  • 10. Seattle
    Above the bar the TVs are showing the game
    But we’re not watching it, we’re hardly focussing
    Through the windows in the fading day
    1st Avenue is turning grey
    Do you ever look at me and see another man
    Let’s get two more beers and try to make a plan
    Sometimes it feels as though I have a key
    But every time I try it it won’t turn for me
    Seattle – you’ve got to love the rain
    And we both love rain
    We both love rain

    We watched the city skyline from the ferry deck
    And you put your arms around my neck
    We talked of looking just out of town
    Now it’s looking like a dream shot down
    I still believe that there’s somewhere for us
    But now it’s something that we don’t discuss
    And you’re the best thing I ever knew
    Stay with me, baby, and we’ll make it to
    We’ll make it to
    Seattle – you’ve got to love the rain
    And we both love rain
    We both love rain
    Seattle – I want you just the same
    And we both love rain
    We both love rain
  • Disc Two.
  • 1. Kingdom of Gold
    The high priest of money looks down on the river
    The dawn coming up on his kingdom of gold
    When the rim of the sun sends an arrow of silver
    He prays to the gods of the bought and the sold

    He turns to his symbols, his ribbons of numbers
    They circle and spin on their mystical scroll
    He looks for a sign while the city still slumbers
    And the ribbons and the river forever unroll
    In his kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold
    Kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold
    Kingdom of gold

    On the horizon an enemy haven
    Sends traces of smoke high up into the sky
    A pack of dog jackals and a rabble of ravens
    Who’ll come for his fortress, his castle on high
    In his kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold
    Kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold
    Kingdom of gold

    His axes and armour will conquer these devils
    The turbulent raiders will falter and fall
    Their leaders be taken, their camps burned and levelled
    They’ll hang in the wind from his citadel walls
    In his kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold
    Kingdom of gold, kingdom of gold
    Kingdom of gold
  • 2. Got To Have Something
    Well if you ain’t got whiskey
    Don’t tell me that you ain’t got gin
    If you ain’t got whiskey
    Don’t tell me that you ain’t got gin
    Well I got to have something
    Need to get my medicine

    Well I can play your fish fry
    Play for change in town
    I can play your fish fry
    I can play for change in town
    Well I got to have something
    Keep me from going down

    Well let me play you one thing
    Somebody must have just got paid
    Yeah, let me play you one thing
    Somebody must have just got paid
    Well I got to have something
    Even if I don’t get laid

    Yes, if you ain’t got whiskey
    Don’t tell me that you ain’t got gin
    If you ain’t got whiskey
    Don’t tell me that you ain’t got gin
    Well I got to have something
    Need to get my medicine
    Yeah, I got to have something
    Need to get my medicine
  • 3. Radio City Serenade
    You’ve got to have no credit cards
    To know how good it feels
    The howling of the bridges
    The sidewalks bound with steel
    Sitting on the sidewalk
    With a party to arrange
    May you never change

    I stay out when I want to
    Still she takes me back
    Don’t know another girl
    Would cut me so much slack
    Every wounded soldier
    Needs a lady with a light
    To help him through the night

    So blow a kiss to Radio City
    My forever silhouette
    Oh, you are so pretty
    My beautiful Rockette
    You’ve got my arms
    And the crosstown horns
    Going on – we’ve got it going on

    Have I got you a river view
    This one tops the list
    Got a head full of you
    And Irish Mist
    I know I owe it
    To the lady by the sea
    Who still looks out for me

    So blow a kiss to Radio City
    My forever silhouette
    Oh, you are so pretty
    My beautiful Rockette
    You’ve got my arms
    And the crosstown horns
    Going on – we’ve got it going on

    You’ve got my arms
    And the crosstown horns
    Going on – we’ve got it going on
    We’ve got it going on
  • 4. I Used To Could
    Well, all down the 40 I never used to lift
    Thirteen gears, double clutch shift
    All those horses underneath the hood
    I don’t do it no more but I used to could

    GMC Cannonball going like a train
    All down the 40 in the driving rain
    All those horses underneath the hood
    I don’t do it no more but I used to could

    Well I don’t hang around ’cause it ain’t no good
    Like the big bad wolf in the neighborhood
    Chasin’ after Little Red Riding Hood
    I don’t do it no more but I used to could
  • 5. Gator Blood
    Hammer on a skillet up they come
    Showman whanging on a ballyhoo drum
    Watch out, people I’m a greedy man
    Swallowed all the fishes in the frying pan
    Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood

    Chicken on a hotplate gobbledegook
    Come on up, honey and take a look
    Mighty fine weather this time of year
    Shake a tail feather you chicken you hear
    Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood

    Chicken on a hotplate it’s gonna dance
    Gonna lose these chickens my first chance
    Don’t you know I’m a flim flam man
    A chicken show it ain’t worth a damn
    Gator blood, I got gator blood

    I got a country boy, he’s a bird who sings
    Butter paddle, buck ‘n wing
    Kid’s got a winner bonafide hit
    I’m gonna have my dinner on a spit
    Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood

    Hoopla, humbug, howdy-do
    Gonna make you into chicken stew
    Alligator in the mud
    Don’t you know I got gator blood
    Gator blood, I got gator blood

    Never lend a dollar to your good friend Tom
    Hogwash Holler is where he’s from
    If you got treasure all in a vault
    And he gets you, baby that’s your own fault
    Gator blood, I got gator blood
  • 6. Bluebird
    Got crows in my pasture
    Rats in my barn
    Crows in my pasture, babe
    Rats in my barn
    If I was you, little bluebird
    I’d up and find another farm

    I’ve got nightshade in my meadow
    Ragweed in my corn
    Nightshade in my meadow
    And ragweed in my corn
    If I was you, little bluebird
    I’d be long gone

    Yes, I got squirrels in my rafters
    Weevils in my hay
    Squirrels in my rafters
    Weevils in my hay
    If I was you, little bluebird
    I’d up and fly away
    Fly away, baby
  • 7. Dream of the Drowned Submariner
    We run along easy at periscope depth
    Sun dappling through clear water
    So went the dream of the drowned submariner
    Far away from the slaughter

    Your hair is a strawflower that sings in the sun
    My darling, my beautiful daughter
    So went the dream of the drowned submariner
    Cast away on the water

    From down in the vault, down in the grave
    Reaching up to the light on the waves

    So she did run to him over the grass
    She fell in his arms and he caught her
    So went the dream of the drowned submariner
    Far away on the water
    Far away on the water
  • 8. Blood and Water
    Blood and water bound to overflow
    Blood and water bound to overflow
    Well there’s no more high water
    But the Old Man’s just waiting, I know

    He was sent up on the levee
    Now they’ve gone up country
    They won’t do nothing for you now
    And don’t go asking me
    They’ve gone – it’s all over here
    Sometimes I’d see her passing
    With the evening coming on
    I’ve seen you on her pathway
    I’ve seen you at dawn
    Look over yonder at that empty shack
    You know as well as I do
    They ain’t coming back
    They’re gone – it’s all over here

    Blood and water bound to overflow
    Blood and water bound to overflow
    Well there’s no more high water
    But the Old Man’s just waiting, I know

    So many promises
    We broke them, every one
    Kept people on the levees
    With sherrifs and shotguns
    They’re gone – it’s all over here
    Look over yonder at that empty shack
    You know as well as I do
    They ain’t coming back
    They’re gone – it’s all over here

    Blood and water bound to overflow
    Blood and water bound to overflow
    Well there’s no more high water
    No more high water
    There’s no more high water
    But the Old Man’s just waiting, I know
  • 9. Today Is Okay
    Well, we like to have some friends around
    Do the twist to Ray Charles and James Brown
    After lunch I’ll maybe take a nap
    I like a nap before a scrap

    Honey, pass me more of them peas
    Mm, I do like these
    And let me have some more of those
    More steak and potatoes, yeah

    In a little while I’m going downtown
    Maybe take me one or two rounds
    I’m gonna knock that man clean out
    He’s going down, no doubt

    Maybe I was born on a bad luck day
    Born under a bad sign
    But today is okay
    Today’s just fine

    Baby you can read my mind
    I’ll be home just after nine
    You’re the best medicine I know
    Tonight we’re gonna let it all go

    Put on that pretty silk shirt
    Put on on that tight black skirt
    Put on those heels so black
    We can party on when I get back

    Maybe I was born on a bad luck day
    Born under a bad sign
    But today is okay
    Today’s just fine
  • 10. After The Beanstalk
    Well a hen can lay a golden egg but she still can’t sing
    A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can’t sing
    Well the hen’s alright but the harp is everything

    When he’s gunning for glory a boy just won’t be told
    Gunning for glory a boy just won’t be told
    I went up three times but it never was for the gold

    Oh, Mama what’s the matter now
    Oh, Mama what’s the matter now
    That old cow she wasn’t milking anyhow

    After the beanstalk your life’s not the same
    After the beanstalk your life’s not the same
    Well the harp’s worth more than any fortune and fame

    Oh, Mama what’s the matter now
    Oh, Mama what’s the matter now
    I’m still up in the morning to get behind the plough

    A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can’t sing
    A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can’t sing
    Well the hen’s alright but the harp is everything

    Oh, Mama what’s the matter now
    Oh, Mama what’s the matter now
    I’m still up in the morning to get behind the plough
  • Deluxe Bonus Disc - Rehearsal Desk Mixes.
  • 1. Why Aye Man (Live From Music Bank London/2011)
    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 Newcastle 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

    There’s English, Irish, Scots, the lot
    United nation’s what we’ve got
    Brickies, chippies, every trade
    German building, British-made

    Why aye man, why aye, why aye man
    Why aye 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 plenty deutschmarks here to earn
    And german tarts are wunderschoen
    German beer is chemical-free
    Germany’s alreet with me

    Sometimes I miss my river tyne
    But you’re my pretty fraulein
    Tonight we’ll drink the old town dry
    Keep wor spirit levels high

    Why aye man, why aye, why aye man
    Why aye man, why aye, why aye man

    ADDITIONAL MUSICIANS
    Jimmy Nail & Tim Healy: backing vocals
  • 2. Cleaning My Gun (Live From Music Bank London/2011)
    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
  • 3. Corned Beef City (Live From Music Bank London/2011)
    Early in the morning
    Going to meet a man
    Wants a truck unloading
    For cash-in-hand
    You don’t ask questions
    When there’s nothing in the bank
    Got to feed the kids
    And put the diesel in the tank

    Bacon, egg and sausage
    Double chips and beans
    Tea and bread and butter
    And a day on the machines
    Christmas is coming
    With the final demand
    What you got going
    For cash in hand

    So it ain’t too pretty
    Corned Beef City
    It ain’t too pretty
    Corned Beef City

    Early in the morning
    Where the trucks all stand
    I’ve got a pocket full of folding
    And a pair of jerry cans
    I’ve got to keep it going
    They’re laying off at Ford
    I’m only one step ahead
    Of my room and board

    So it ain’t too pretty
    Corned Beef City
    It ain’t too pretty
    Corned Beef City

    Early in the morning
    Going to meet a man
    Wants a truck unloading
    For cash-in-hand
    You don’t ask questions
    When there’s nothing in the bank
    Got to feed the kids
    And put the diesel in the tank

    So it ain’t too pretty
    Corned Beef City
    It ain’t too pretty
    Corned Beef City
  • 4. Sailing To Philadelphia (Live From Music Bank London/2011)
    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 instead
    This 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
    To draw the line
    The Mason-Dixon line

    Now you’re a good surveyor, Dixon
    But I swear you’ll make me mad
    The West will kill us both
    You gullible Geordie lad

    You talk of liberty
    How can America be free
    A Geordie and a baker’s boy
    In the forest of the Iroquois…

    Now hold your head up, Mason
    See America lies there
    The morning tide has raised
    The capes of Delaware

    Come up and feel the sun
    A new morning is begun
    Another day will make it clear
    Why your stars should guide us here…

    We are sailing to Philadelphia
    A world away from the coaly Tyne
    Sailing to Philadelphia
    To draw the line
    The Mason-Dixon line

    ADDITIONAL MUSICIANS
    James Taylor: vocals
    Paul Franklin (honorary 96er): pedal steel
  • 5. Hill Farmer’s Blues (Live From Music Bank London/2011)
    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 wait up for me

    Going into tow law
    To fuel my fire
    Shells for the twelve
    And razor wire
    The dog’s at the back door
    Leave him be
    Don’t do jack
    And don’t wait up for me

    So bad so bad
    So bad so bad

    I’m going into tow law
    To have my fun
    Don’t get me wrong
    You were the only one
    Behind my back lord
    You made a fool of me
    Don’t do jack
    And don’t wait up for me

    So bad so bad
    So bad so bad

    ADDITIONAL MUSICIANS
    Paul Franklin: pedal steel
  • Super Deluxe Box Set Bonus Disc.
  • 1. Occupation Blues
    I can get you what you want at the market
    As long as you have the price
    The colonel is the Governor
    He steals from his own supply
    The jailhouse is full of small fry
    Who never did much wrong
    All the big fish swam away
    All long gone

    All long gone
    All long gone
    All long gone
    All long, all long gone

    I can get you what you want at the market
    Everybody’s on the make
    The colonel is the Governor
    And he’s on a slice of the cake
    And everyone in this occupied land
    Is on the game
    And over here in Contraband
    It’s the same

    All long gone
    All long gone
    All long gone
    All long, all long gone

    Chief cook and bottle washer
    That’s me
    I’m the man
    So many people to see
    Contraband
    Chief cook and bottle washer
    That’s me
    I’m the man
    What do you do
    What do you do
    You do what you can

    But we’re all long gone
    All long gone
    We’re all long gone
    All long, all long gone

    There’ll be rain
    Behind the wind
    Last night it was cold
    And when it all caves in
    I’ll tell them
    I only did what I was told
  • 2. River of Grog
    By day I sell them my soul
    I work like a mole
    Under the shop
    By night I’ll drink in the cold hole
    But down in the nine-foot drop

    By day I’m a company mule
    The wage slaving fool
    They chain up like a dog
    By night I’ll be sailing away
    On my stool
    On a river of grog
    A river of grog

    Two drinks
    In my line of my sight
    But that can’t be right
    I know it’s untrue
    I’m seeing double tonight
    But there can only be one of you

    I’ve loaded my pockets with stones
    To bury my bones
    In the mud of the bog
    So let me go sailing
    Away on my own
    On a river of grog
    A river of grog

    If you miss me when I go
    It’s been a barrel of fun
    I’m gonna miss you
    When I go
    But down in this bottle
    There’s a song for me waiting I know

    I’ve loaded my pockets with stones
    To bury my bones
    In the mud of the bog
    So let me go sailing
    Away on my own
    On a river of grog
    A river of grog
    River of grog
  • 3. Follow the Ribbon
    The day’s been a while fading
    Seems like we have slowed
    My eyes are getting weary
    Can barely see the road
    Been a while since we left behind the city lights
    There’s just a line winding through the night

    Yesterday’s lie scattered
    Like broken swords and shields
    Like the used up shells and bullets
    On a hundred battlefields
    When, I think of all the close calls
    Both sides of love and death
    Sometimes I can hardly get my breath

    But I’ll follow the ribbon anyhow
    I’ll follow the ribbon
    That’s all right for now
    Up in the high country
    Or down where the river flows
    Wherever it goes

    Don’t care if they like it
    Don’t care if they don’t
    Never did much care about
    If they will or won’t
    If all you want to know is acorns
    Rootin’ me a patch of earth
    What can you praise
    That’s really any worth

    I’m just living with the ringing
    Of tomorrow’s ancient rhymes
    The road ahead may be shorter
    Than the one we left behind
    If there’s whiskey in the bottle
    Leave some for me
    I’ll get to it, eventually

    I’ll follow the ribbon
    By the cold lagoon
    Follow the ribbon
    Under the helpless moon
    Winding through the dark hills
    Where a million stars a-falls
    Wherever it goes