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Mark Knopfler, One Song At A Time, until wartime, Maduro`s jail

Mark Knopfler, One Song At A Time, until wartime, Maduro`s jail, 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!