Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Knopfler
Mark Knopfler
Guitar
Guy Fletcher
Guy Fletcher
Synthesizer
Richard Bennett
Richard Bennett
Guitar
Jim Cox
Jim Cox
Organ
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Bass Guitar
Ian Thomas
Ian Thomas
Drums
Danny Cummings
Danny Cummings
Percussion
Mike McGoldrick
Mike McGoldrick
Wood Flute
John McCusker
John McCusker
Fiddle
Kris Drever
Kris Drever
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Knopfler
Mark Knopfler
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Knopfler
Mark Knopfler
Producer
Guy Fletcher
Guy Fletcher
Producer
Martin Hollis
Martin Hollis
Assistant Engineer
Rowan McIntosh
Rowan McIntosh
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andy Cook
Andy Cook
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jason Elliot
Jason Elliot
Assistant Recording Engineer
Poppy Kavanagh
Poppy Kavanagh
Assistant Recording Engineer
Josh Tyrrell
Josh Tyrrell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

My whistle under the archways Still echoes down the street All the way back to Deptford days Nights down by The Creek Notes as big as river boats Still echoing through the clubs With the horns of the trains Down the old back lanes And the lights of the corner pubs In a taproom lined with mirrors There's a man there at the bar Reminds you of somebody He says I know who you are He's right, I know I could be him But anyway who is who? You could be looking at What he's looking at And he's looking at you And I'll be out of this place And down the road wherever There but for the grace, etcetera I'll see you later but it's 1979 And I'm picking my way out of here One song at a time The slaving ports of plunder Used to stink to heaven on high Companions of honour Always were in short supply The Bristol ships and Liverpool's On every tide they came The times they may have changed, my friend Some people stay the same And I'll be out of this place And down the road wherever There but for the grace, etcetera I'll see you later but it's 1879 And I'm picking my way out of here One song at a time A grinning mogul greets the crowd At Execution Dock All come to see three mutineers Turned off at twelve o'clock The shyster takes a ringside seat As they're bringing them from the jail And twenty thousand tickets Sold online on premium sale So if you need to reach me You can leave word at The Pig I have no wish to stay around To watch that Newgate jig Or any more poor old fakers Trying to dance in my old shoes I'll be gone over the ocean With the transatlantic blues And I'll be out of this place And down the road wherever There but for the grace, etcetera I'll see you later somewhere down the line I'll be picking my way out of here One song at a time
Writer(s): Mark Knopfler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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