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Knopfler Mark Shangri La

the pit head The churchyard packed with minin' dead Then beneath the bridge He comes to a giant car A shroud of snow upon the roof A mark ten jaguar

I'm going to San Bernardino, ring-a-ding-ding Milkshake mix is thus my thing now These guys bought a heap in my stuff And I gotta see a good thing shooting

I got shot off my horse So what? I'm up again Playin' in one of these big saloons on main You can come up here take a look around these sinners dens You

Somebody's gotta crack a whip around here Who's mindin' the store? Shake it up, sell some beer What's your money maker for? Pay day we're packin' 'em

Don't often open up this floor Since I handed in, my gun What all these keys are for Now my tour of duty's done You got to know the switches Now you got

If I'm over the moon It's because I'm over you A day at a time And I'm tickety boo I don't carry on The way I used to Whoop de doo Whoop de doo If I'

So many mouths to feed on the farm And 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

my memory The wheel of heaven turns above us endlessly This is all the heaven we got, right here where we are in our Shangri-La. In our Shangri-La In our Shangri

the pithead The churchyard packed With mining dead Then beneath the bridge He comes to a giant car A shroud of snow upon the roof A mark ten jaguar