Privateering (Deluxe Edition) (3CD)

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Your Perfect Song – Mark Knopfler

Ever certain ever strong
your song the Perfect Song
Like a bright star shining on
Your Perfect Song
Never waivers, never wrong
your song the Perfect Song
In my heart where it belongs
Your Perfect Song

Your eyes in candle light
sparkle so true
My words could never shine as bright
But they’ll have to do
Ever certain ever strong
your song the Perfect Song
In my heart where it belongs
Your Perfect Song
Your Perfect Song



Occupation Blues– Mark Knopfler

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 Jail house 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 gone - 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 gone - 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

All long gone
All long gone
All long gone
All long gone - 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



River of Grog – Mark Knopfler

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


Follow the Ribbon – Mark Knopfler

The day’s been a wild feeling
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 battle fields
when, I think of all the close calls
Both sides of love and death
sometimes I can hardly get my breathe
But I’ll follow the ribbon any how
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
Root me a patch of ground
What can you praise
that's really any worth
I’m just living with ringing
with tomorrow’s ancient rhymes
Where the road ahead may be shorter
than the one we left behind
If there’s whisky in the botte
leave some for me
I’ll get to it, eventually
I’ll follow the ribbon
By the cold living
follow the ribbon
under the helpless moon
winding through the dark hills
where a million stars are fools
wherever it goes