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Rory Gallagher

Race The Breeze

 

Race The Breeze

(album: Blueprint - 1973)


Well that sounds like the night train, blowing its stack
Spreading its wings on homeward track
Arrived here this morning, won't be here for long
As fast as a shooting star, that's' what them eight wheels are for

Come on baby lets jump aboard
It's a mean piece of transport baby
You know that's no joke

On board the aging gamble smiles as he peels
The seal off a new deck, then he quietly deals
Hands round the table from the bottom he slips three
Watch yourself if you play this game the fastest card game on wheels
Come on, won't you be there when it leaves
Can't you hear them talking about it together we could race the breeze

It shines out a light, in the darkest night
To make us feel alright
To make us feel alright
I've prayed every night
That you will wanna go there too
Come on darling, let's go

Night is over as the dawn begins to crack
Sounds like a hen hatching in a chicken shack
Late last night I think I heard a lonely cry
Heard the blind owl howling in a moonless sky
Come on

Won't you be there when it leaves
Can't ya hear me talking
Together we could race the breeze

Old engine driver never stepped on the ground
Got no degree in geography but he's been around
Knows all the back lines, eyes can hardly see
Don't tell this man to slow down
'Cause he don't know what you mean
Come on

Won't you be there when it leaves
Can't you hear me talkin baby
Together we can race the breeze

It shines out a light, in the darkest night
To make us feel alright
To make us feel alright
I've prayed every night
That you will wanna go there too
Alright

Well that sounds like the night train, blowing its stack
Spreading its wheels on homeward track
Arrived here this morning, won't be here for long
As fast as a shooting star, that's' what them eight wheels are for

Won't you be there when it leaves
Can't you hear me talking baby
Together we can race the breeze

Can't you hear me talking baby
Together we can race the breeze

Can't you hear me talking baby
Together we can race the breeze

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