[00:01.30]Dire Straits
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[00:03.63]Single-Handed Sailor
[00:05.16]
[00:21.39]Two in the morning dry-dock town
[00:25.30]The river rolls in the night
[00:30.02]Little gypsy moth she's all tied down
[00:34.66]She quiver in the wind and the light
[00:37.40]
[00:39.33]Yeah and a sailing ship is just held down in chains
[00:44.31]From the lazy days of sail
[00:49.00]She's just a lying there in silent pain
[00:53.36]He lean on the tourist rail
[00:55.69]
[00:58.77]A mother and her baby and the college of war
[01:03.31]In the concrete graves
[01:07.34]You never wanna fight against the river law
[01:12.55]Nobody rules the waves
[01:15.95]Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
[01:21.83]Around the Cutty Sark
[01:25.56]The single handed sailor goes sailing
[01:30.98]Sailing away in the dark
[01:33.30]
[01:55.03]He's upon the bridge on the self same night
[01:59.07]The mariner of dry dock land
[02:03.78]Two in the morning but there's one green light
[02:08.20]And a man on a barge of sand
[02:10.07]
[02:13.33]She's gonna slip away below him
[02:17.81]Away from the things he's done
[02:21.60]But he just shouts 'hey man what you call this thing'
[02:27.37]He could have said 'Pride of London'
[02:31.34]On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
[02:36.92]Around the Cutty Sark
[02:40.26]Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing
[02:46.02]Sailing away in the dark
[03:53.92]

Dire Straits
Single-Handed Sailor
Two in the morning dry-dock town
The river rolls in the night
Little gypsy moth she's all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light
Yeah and a sailing ship is just held down in chains
From the lazy days of sail
She's just a lying there in silent pain
He lean on the tourist rail
A mother and her baby and the college of war
In the concrete graves
You never wanna fight against the river law
Nobody rules the waves
Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
The single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark
He's upon the bridge on the self same night
The mariner of dry dock land
Two in the morning but there's one green light
And a man on a barge of sand
She's gonna slip away below him
Away from the things he's done
But he just shouts 'hey man what you call this thing'
He could have said 'Pride of London'
On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark