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O Melhor de Portugal (The Best of Portugal) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · There Ain’t No Sweet Man That's Worth the Salt of My Tears (Diana Krall) · Fado: The Soul of Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal [Wagram] (Antonio Rossano) · Now, Vol. 17 [Portugal] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal Latino (Trio Odemira) · Live: 23-5-00 Estadio Do Restelo - Lisbon, Portugal (Pearl Jam) · Portugal Night 2008 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fados from Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live in Portugal, Vol. 2 (J.D. Walter) – and 90 other albums »


whenever I do travel
If to Portugal, England, or Spain
As I do walk by the shipyards and the harbors
I smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again
of opal shells
white gulls cry, for you and I
butterflies, float away
drift over pools, of salt and clay

mountain man, frosted child
eagles cry,
God bless here's a man of conviction
With evidence enough to convict him so he stands by the
Side of the victim has strength enough to forgive him
My mother died, my father cried
He left me lonely by the waterside
Waterside so deep and wide
If I follow, maybe I will find her

Beyond the salt
at the crossing
With an awful shrill
The switchman knew
By the engines moan
That the man at the throttle
Was Casey Jones
Casey got to that certain place
Old
with my guns by my side 
Ready to ride till I die 
And I'm a soldier 
And you can see it in my eyes 
Even when the man dies 
They say a soldier
at the crossing
With an awful shrill
The switchman knew
By the engines moan
That the man at the throttle
Was Casey Jones
Casey got to that certain place
Old
you right
Man:	Right
Salt:	Word up, I want to see you, what's up
Man:	I'm ok, I'm chillin'
	What we gon' do
	By yourself
Salt:	Yeah
Man:	What you up
As gentle tides go rolling by,
Along the salt sea strand
The colours blend and roll as one
Together in the sand
And often do the winds entwine
have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse 

Saw the bullfighter's
Fair young maid all in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
Saying fair young maid, will you marry me
This then, sir, was her reply

Oh no,
Lady love rides a big red Cadillac
Buys the hoedown show salt and beans
Goes to church to pray for Lucifer
She milked the male population clean

So
of America, the name on the side
The man who would drive her Craig Breedlove by name
A daring young man played a dangerous game

[Chorus: x4]

With
A fair young maid was in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
He said fair maid, will you marry me?
And this answer was her reply

Oh no
As gentle tides go rolling by,
Along the salt sea strand
The colours blend and roll as one
Together in the sand.
And often do the winds entwine
Or a fast love affair

The man on the wall
Is his symbol of freedom
It means he has brothers
Who believe as he does

She is moved by
The thing that
Waiting for you by the window
With the brightest red lipstick on my lips
Just like Anna waits for her man
How will I learn
I'll wait
at the crossing
With an awful shrill
The switchman knew
By the engines moan
That the man at the throttle
Was Casey Jones
Casey got to that certain place
Old
at the crossing
With an awful shrill
The switchman knew
By the engines moan
That the man at the throttle
Was Casey Jones
Casey got to that certain place
Old
Blind man ask me forgiveness
I won't deny myself
Disrespect you have given
Your suffering's my wealth
I feed off pain, force fed to love it
And now I
And them no more to see.

There was a wealthy gentleman
Who lived there very near by.
He had a beautiful daughter,
On her I cast an eye.
She was so tall
at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
Another reason to doubt me
Another teardrop falls
Can't wait for a friend when loneliness calls
Another kiss in the basement
Pour salt on my
on a broadcast from up on the bird
They were getting interviewed by some good man whose name was Bill

I'm almost there to Vegas, where they're puttin' on a show
Cobblestone mountain it was made by hand
From the magic and mortar of a cobblestone man
Cobblestone mountain it was laid by hand
From the magic