Mark Knopfler, One Song at A Time, on Shore, 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 riverboats 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 may have changed, my friend Some people - stay the same
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