MARK KNOPFLER BORDER REIVER

MARK KNOPFLER BORDER REIVER. Southern bound from Glasgow town, she’s shining in the sun My Scotstoun lassie , on the border run We’re whistling down the hillsides and tearing up the climbs I’m just a thiever, stealing time In the Border Reiver. Three hundred thousand on the clock and plenty more to go Crash, box and lever she needs the heel and toe Shes not to cold in winter but she cooks me in the heat I’m a six foot driver but you can adjust the seat in the Border Reiver Sure as the sunrise, that’s what