St. Olav's Gate Lyrics

Drinking black market vodka in the back of the
Scottsman's saloon
Then it's red meat and whiskey like a coyote drunk on the
moon
Outside in Oslo the buskers' all sing the same tune
And it's Waltzin' Matilda while the bagpipes play old
Clare de Lune

She was a lady, she came down from Bergen she said
She spoke little English, they laughed and drank whiskey
instead
In the mornin' he found it... a rose with a note on his plate
It said, "meet me at midnight on the corner of St. Olav's
Gate"

[Chorus:]
Here's to the ladys you love and don't see again
The night is warm whiskey... the mornin's a cold bitter
wind
The blue eyed madonna leaves town while the drunken man
waits
Leaves him standing alone in the shadows of St. Olav's
Gate

[Chorus]

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