OFFICIAL LYRICS: PRIVATEERING

 

Disc 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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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?

 

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

 

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 2

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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
Theyain’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
Withsherrifs and shotguns
They’re gone - it’s all over here
Look over yonder at that empty shack
You know as well as I do
Theyain’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

 

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

 

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