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Seven weeks it rained, from June until July
In August we set out for the equator
I sold my red guitar, Joey sold a red-hot car
We crossed rhe channel hidden in a freighter

We hitched a ride to Lyon in an open Mini-Moke
A drunken driver took us to Marseilles

Oh, the year was 1778,
(How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!)
A letter of marque came from the king,
To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen,

God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears

This train leaves when the sun goes down
When the lights are low in the northern towns
Starts without a whistle, leaves without a word
Just a light turned red and a driver on board
Through the mountain lakes it's a downward track
Into Lancashire and the cities black
Where the rose was red and the cotton wove
Where the chimney's hushed and the cotton mills closed

We drove from San Sebastian to Frankfurt on the Main
Watched winter turn to springtime and the snow turn into rain
In the darkness on the motorway we lost our silhouettes
But knew that we were still alive by the tips of our cigarettes
Monday was a carnival, flags yellow, red and blue
The bands were playing salsa as they burned the big statues
Fireworks in the orange groves, red dust upon our throats
Pretty girls in ponytails selling smack, crack and coke

Hey now, Tommy have you got new Shirt?
Is it's colour a fine bright blue?
Has your mother sent you off to your school
From the street with the pretty view?

And shall we wrestle in the old school yard
Like the other children do?
You can scuff your boots, you can tear your hands

The (C)boat rides south of (G)Ailsa (C)Craig in the (F)waning (C)of the (G)light
There's (F)thirty (G)men in (C)Lendal(Am)fit to (F)make our (C)burden (G)light -G
And there's (C)thirty horse in (G)Hazle(C)holm with the (F)halters (C)on their (G)heads
All (F)set this (G)night up (C)on your (Am)life if (Dm)wind and water (C)speed

Chorus
(Am)Smugglers drink of the (Em)frenchmens wine

Welcome friends from overseas
I'm your guide I aim to please
I know what you want from me
Sights and smiles and history
I'll take you down to the Underground
That's where the spirit of the Blitz is found
Hear those sirens over your head?
See that platform, that's your bed