Mark Knopfler - 5.15 A.M. Lyrics
5.15 a.m.Snow laying all aroundA collier cycles homeFrom his night shift undergroundPast the silent pubPrimary school, workingmens clubOn the road from the pitheadThe churchyard packedWith mining deadThen beneath the bridgeHe comes to a giant carA shroud of snow upon the roofA mark ten jaguarHe thought the man was fast asleepSilent, still and deepBoth dead and coldShot throughWith bullet holesThe one armed bandit manCame north to fill his bootsCame up from *****neylandE-type jags and flashy suitsPut your money inPull the leversWatch them spinCash cows in all the pubsBut he preferred the new nightclubsNineteen sixty-sevenBandit men in birdcage heavenLa dolce vita, sixty-nineAll new to people of the tyneWho knows who did whatSomebody made a callThey said his handsWere in the potThat he'd been skimming haulsHe picks up the swagThey gaily gave awayDrives his giant jagOff to his big pay dayThe bandit manCame north to fill his bootsCame up from *****neylandE-type jags and flashy suitsThe bandit manCame up the great north roadUp to geordielandTo mineThe mother lodeSeams blew up or crackedBlack diamonds came hard wonGenerations toiled and hackedFor a pittance and black lungCrushed by tub or stoneTogetherAnd aloneHow the young and oldPaid the price of coalEighteen sixty-sevenMy angel's gone to heavenHe'll be happy thereSunlight and sweet clean airThey gather round the glassTough hewers and cruttersChild trappers and puttersThe little foals and half-marrowsWho pushedAnd pulled the barrowsThe hod boysAnd the rolleywaymen5.15 a.m.
