Nanci Griffith - 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" 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 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