Song | Matchstick Man |
Artist | Mark Knopfler |
Album | Down The Road Wherever (Deluxe) |
[00:09.445] | So there he was then, Penzance to play |
[00:15.065] | Christmas Eve in a nowhere band |
[00:19.871] | Now early morning Christmas Day |
[00:25.048] | He’s hitching home to Geordieland |
[00:30.036] | Last night the snow came, just my luck |
[00:35.586] | And who the hell do you think you are |
[00:40.760] | Climbing up into that truck |
[00:45.585] | With your old bag and your guitar |
[00:50.569] | And you, you would-be vagabond |
[00:55.009] | No-one invited you, you know |
[00:59.738] | Matchstick man, up in the dawn |
[01:04.720] | You’ve got five hundred miles to go |
[01:29.936] | The driver now must drop off his load |
[01:35.001] | The snow still laying thick on the ground |
[01:40.453] | Leaves him on a high crossroads |
[01:45.136] | Where he can see for miles around |
[01:50.286] | The sun is shining, sky is blue |
[01:55.951] | And everything is white and bare |
[02:01.273] | Not a car comes into view |
[02:06.319] | There’s nothing moving anywhere |
[02:11.552] | And you, you would-be vagabond |
[02:16.039] | No-one invited you, you know |
[02:20.962] | Matchstick man, you speck upon |
[02:25.736] | These vast and silent plains of snow |
[00:09.445] | So there he was then, Penzance to play |
[00:15.065] | Christmas Eve in a nowhere band |
[00:19.871] | Now early morning Christmas Day |
[00:25.048] | He' s hitching home to Geordieland |
[00:30.036] | Last night the snow came, just my luck |
[00:35.586] | And who the hell do you think you are |
[00:40.760] | Climbing up into that truck |
[00:45.585] | With your old bag and your guitar |
[00:50.569] | And you, you wouldbe vagabond |
[00:55.009] | Noone invited you, you know |
[00:59.738] | Matchstick man, up in the dawn |
[01:04.720] | You' ve got five hundred miles to go |
[01:29.936] | The driver now must drop off his load |
[01:35.001] | The snow still laying thick on the ground |
[01:40.453] | Leaves him on a high crossroads |
[01:45.136] | Where he can see for miles around |
[01:50.286] | The sun is shining, sky is blue |
[01:55.951] | And everything is white and bare |
[02:01.273] | Not a car comes into view |
[02:06.319] | There' s nothing moving anywhere |
[02:11.552] | And you, you wouldbe vagabond |
[02:16.039] | Noone invited you, you know |
[02:20.962] | Matchstick man, you speck upon |
[02:25.736] | These vast and silent plains of snow |