Camel - Send out the slates

Tekst :

I work for the Union Pike,
out on the Western Line.
I found Uncle Sean in Denver,
and he and his wife are fine.
They send their best,
and like the rest -
they send home the slates.

It took six months from the Cobh,
another six by land,
but the pay is good,
and as I should
I ll send home the slates.


Back on your feet
now lads,
Our time for writing home has passed.
Six miles to spike today,
that s what we need.
So fast lads
we must advance,
Work to the Gandy dance.
Six days to double pay,
that s our reward -
But not til the line goes down.

I ll not send empty letters,
I know you need the rent.
Dad, you deserve a new pair of boots,
I know it s money well spent.
So kind regards,
I ll work hard -
to send home the slates.

PS. Dear Ma,
I send my picture.
Don t let the family forget me..

Inne utwory

  • Lady fantasy
  • Go west
  • Who we are
  • Hymn to her
  • Air born
  • Last eyes of Ireland
  • Separation
  • Lullaby
  • You make me smile
  • End of the day
  • Song within a song
  • The final encore
  • Long goodbyes
  • Wing and a prayer
  • Down on the farm
  • Mother road
  • Breathless
  • Refugee
  • Losowe utwory

    Something to write home about

    Hello mom and dad
    What s been goin on
    I know it s been a while
    Since I ve written home
    I like my new job
    Sure, I like this town
    But I finally got me something to write home about

    She s got long blond hair and...

    So small

    Yeah, Yeah
    What you got if you ain t got love
    the kind that you just want to give away
    its okay to open up
    go ahead and let the light shine through
    I know it s hard on a rainy day
    you want to shut the world out and just be left alone
    but don t...

    Particular place to be

    Well I m lying here
    Just waiting
    For the sun to arrive
    To put some light in my eyes

    Cause it s a free day
    Its a wee day
    With no particular place to be

    Chorus
    So we go and...

    Yeah she does

    Baby Likes To Stay Up Earily,
    Baby Likes To Get Up Late
    She Likes To Spend My Money,
    Never Leaves A Thing On Her Plate
    Yeah, Yeah
    Baby Likes To Steal The Covers
    And Tells Me Shes Still Cold
    She Likes To Call Her Mama
    When I Don t Do what I m Told
    Don t Like To Do...

    Big spender

    Hay Fella can i talk to ya for second. What the harm in a little
    talk.Hey
    goolokin i like your hair. Hey mister you got a ciggeret for me
    huh?Monseur you
    speak french? parle vou francais? Hey cowboy you wanna dance?
    A little dance