Tom Russell - 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" [Repeat: x2] 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