| Lyrics: | Mark Knopfler)
From the Sailing To Philadelphia album
Don't you love the
sound
Of the last laugh, my friend
Don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh, at the
end
Down in the gutter
With the mad old soldiers
Down in the scuppers
With
the drunken sailors
Down in the gutter
With the mad old soldiers
But the last laugh,
baby is yours
And don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh goin'
down
Games you thought you'd learned
You neither lost nor won
The dreams have
crashed and burned
You still keep on, keepin' on
Out on the highway
With the
road gang, workin'
Up on a mountain
With a cold wind blowin'
Out on the
highway
Was a road band, workin'
But the last laugh, baby is yours
And don't
you love the sound
Of the last laugh, goin' down
They had you cryin'
And you
came up smilin'
They had you crawlin'
And you came up flyin'
They had you
cryin'
And you came up smilin'
And the last laugh, baby is yours
And don't you
love the sound
The last laugh goin' down?
Well, don't you love the sound
Of the last
laugh, goin' down
(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome |
