Jim O'Windygates Letra

I heard a young lass in the langtoon

greetin' wi' her mates

oh she was in such a state

now greetin' at bustops will be her fate

greetin' for Jim O'Windygates



for he has died alone on largo law

wi his sweet face turned awa

fae the sea and the bitter spray

on a raw December day



I kent this guy

he was baith sap and sage

he lived in an iron age

of loneliness

no human heart could bless



as a child he pointed something out to me

lost roads that only he could see

across the lomond hills, and he

he could see ghosts a-riding down

through the reverb of a secret town

this story made bartenders frown

he said 'that's because you're ghosts as well'

they told Jim he could go to hell

'go to hell'

- of which he was never afraid



his car was a lovely old silver cadillac

with a false dawn painted on the back

and headlights searching souls

down long abandoned holes

where miners lives did crack

now their broken sons buy smack

and die in bleeding tracks