A Bottle of Buckie Lyrics

	作曲 : Leo
	Nine years down the road and I remember it still
	Standing on the corner back in Govanhill
	Nine days out from home, feeling no pain
	That northern city sun breaking through the rain, that warmthless sun barely shining on
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Nine years come and gone since I left you at home
	And this restless soul of mine had me starting to roam
	But the first time I stood by the banks of the Clyde
	I was so glad to have you standing back by my side, so proud of what we were doing
	Oh, me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Well, I knew by the dew in your starry eyes it was a day we both had studied for all of our lives
	Whether bold missionaries or a children's crusade
	No fear pioneers, we were on our way
	And there never were nothing that could get in our way
	Then the neds with their knuckles and their Burberry scarves
	They said how'd you Jersey boys ever make it this far?
	But you jumped in between and said, listen my son
	You don't know nothing about where we're from, you don't know nothing about why it's now
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Three times I went back in my wandering ways
	Last time it was July during Marching Days
	When someone said to run from that bitter parade
	Well, I knew what you would do and I decided to stay, and I knew no one ever got the better of me and you

	zuo qu : Leo
	Nine years down the road and I remember it still
	Standing on the corner back in Govanhill
	Nine days out from home, feeling no pain
	That northern city sun breaking through the rain, that warmthless sun barely shining on
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Nine years come and gone since I left you at home
	And this restless soul of mine had me starting to roam
	But the first time I stood by the banks of the Clyde
	I was so glad to have you standing back by my side, so proud of what we were doing
	Oh, me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Well, I knew by the dew in your starry eyes it was a day we both had studied for all of our lives
	Whether bold missionaries or a children' s crusade
	No fear pioneers, we were on our way
	And there never were nothing that could get in our way
	Then the neds with their knuckles and their Burberry scarves
	They said how' d you Jersey boys ever make it this far?
	But you jumped in between and said, listen my son
	You don' t know nothing about where we' re from, you don' t know nothing about why it' s now
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Three times I went back in my wandering ways
	Last time it was July during Marching Days
	When someone said to run from that bitter parade
	Well, I knew what you would do and I decided to stay, and I knew no one ever got the better of me and you

	zuò qǔ : Leo
	Nine years down the road and I remember it still
	Standing on the corner back in Govanhill
	Nine days out from home, feeling no pain
	That northern city sun breaking through the rain, that warmthless sun barely shining on
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Nine years come and gone since I left you at home
	And this restless soul of mine had me starting to roam
	But the first time I stood by the banks of the Clyde
	I was so glad to have you standing back by my side, so proud of what we were doing
	Oh, me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Well, I knew by the dew in your starry eyes it was a day we both had studied for all of our lives
	Whether bold missionaries or a children' s crusade
	No fear pioneers, we were on our way
	And there never were nothing that could get in our way
	Then the neds with their knuckles and their Burberry scarves
	They said how' d you Jersey boys ever make it this far?
	But you jumped in between and said, listen my son
	You don' t know nothing about where we' re from, you don' t know nothing about why it' s now
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
	Three times I went back in my wandering ways
	Last time it was July during Marching Days
	When someone said to run from that bitter parade
	Well, I knew what you would do and I decided to stay, and I knew no one ever got the better of me and you

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