 I was born a poor man's son, and followin' traditionWhen I came of age I hit the road, and followed blind ambitionI served my time and payed my dues, now I'm sittin' prettySleeping in a feather bed high above this city.
It's four in the morning, and I'm sittin' here still thinkingOur love's on the borderline, I know this ship is sinkingI still remember when we talked about the Southern Cross a long time agoLook through my window and I watch the cold rain fallin'Somewhere in the distance I can hear a siren callin'Is this a wilderness or just another station on the Rock Island Line?
When I first came to this town with sweet anticipationMy days were filled with music, and my nights with conversationI didn't worry, didn't care which way the wind was blowin'Yes there was magic in the air, and music kept on flowin'.
I was a superman ridin' on a riverShe always wanted so much more than I could give herI still remember everytime we said goodbye when I was back on the roadI was a rhythm man, now I'm a local heroI still remember when my luck was down to zeroRight now I sit and wonder why nobody ever comes to knock on my door.
Now life is bitter, life is sweet, life is what you make itYour love makes my life complete, and I just can't forsake itThe time has come to travel on, yes now the days I'm countin'We're goin' back to where we come from, gonna live on some old mountain.
It's four in the morning, and I'm sittin' here still thinkingOur love's on the borderline, I know the ship is sinkingI still remember when we talked about the Southern Cross a long time agoI was a rhythm man, now I'm a local heroI still remember when my luck was down to zeroIs this a wilderness or just another station on the Rock Island Line?
Drums/Percussion: Arran AhmunBass Guitar: Gerry Rafferty / Pete ZornFretless Bass: Mo FosterKeyboards: Alan Clark / Gerry RaffertyElectric Guitars: Jerry DonahueAcoustic Guitar: Gerry RaffertySaxophone: Mel CollinsUilleann Pipes: Davy SpillaneFiddles: Rick SandersVocals: Gerry Rafferty
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