Lyrics:
The sea is deep
And the sea is cold
People smugglers cram open boats
With the loneliest
Of souls with nowhere to go
Cos their land is baked
Indonesia's truth beyond the veils
People smugglers' tales, their trials and travails
In southern Gaza, a sombre toll
8 soldiers lost, the deadliest
long must I wait?
I waited in the camps
Till I could wait no more
So I paid a “people smuggler”
To bring me safe to shore
my body to the sea
My distant lover
What I suffer from no doctor can prescribe that medicine
People smugglers
Took my fellow travelers, I haven’t heard
of a gun
People smugglers getting richer every day
Fuelled by gangsters that's what I heard some people say
Lets build a wall and we can keep them at bay
Yorkshire, Yorkshire Day
Yorkshire, Yorkshire Day
From the moorland way to the smugglers bay
People always mean what they say
It's the Yorkshire
bloods and crips collide
Everyone has to provide and supply for each other
We treat each other like brothers
And the other people are fuckers
But we
a smuggler, I'm a, I'm a smuggler, nigga
I'm a smuggler, I'm a, I'm a smuggler, nigga
King a ask a, King Fish a ask about me
King a ask a, King Fish a ask
And someone had to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smuggler's blues
Smuggler's Blues
The sailors and pilots
The soldiers and the law
And someone had to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smuggler's blues
Smuggler's Blues
The sailors and pilots
The soldiers and the law
one time then he sings a song that doesn't exist
But then he found people they were drunk like him and they sang with him
The bad sad smuggler song
That
Bring the contraband ashore
Forget about the things you saw
It's the Smuggler's Way
Down at Robin Hood's Bay
The Smuggler's Way
At Robin Hood's Bay
down like this,
And someone had to lose,
It's the nature of the business,
It's the smuggler's blues.
Smuggler's Blues
The sailors and pilots,
and mountains"
Pay all they got to the smugglers rings,
We send 'em home and they come right back again
Carl, hunger is a powerful thing."
Well I was good
We invent endings really
That's what it says to me
There is no resolution
No fixed beginning, no neatly tied up end
People have tried to read
live by the day,
Through danger's path, we find our way.
With bags of goods and hearts so bold,
The smuggler's tale, forever told.
I am a poor smuggler
Born Survivor
People been asking me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?"
Was over in Vietnam, chasin' NVA
The government taught me, and they taught
a treetop flyer
Born survivor
Now people been askin' me where'd you learn to fly that way
Was over in Vietnam, chasin' the NVA
The government taught me
People, people, people, people
People, people, people, people
People, people, people, people
People, people
Star people, people, people, people
on the corner
Better you be a hustler than to be a smuggler
If you is a smuggler you 'bout go kill all danger
Better you sell some stockist, cough up all
bringing hate to the game
Taking my name in vain, mistaking license for freedom
He make music for the people, people dying to meet him
People!
We still
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
at Hazleholm with
The halters on their heids
All set this night up on your life
If the wind and water speed
Smugglers drink on the Frenchmen's wine
The Jimmy Buffer Song
David Allen Coe
Prelude:
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