Gravy Train Songtext
von Mark Knopfler

Well they fly past the ghettos and the factories
Riding on the gravy train
All of the places that they really ought to be
Riding on the gravy train
Past the coal mines black and scarred
The slaughterhouses and the loading yards
On the gravy train, on the gravy train

There′s the lucky little mothers in the luxury cars
Riding on the gravy train
Never thank each other or their lucky stars
Riding on the gravy train
What's worse than ingratitude
Worse than a piss poor attitude
On the gravy train, on the gravy train


Ah the ganger-uppers and the hangers-on
Riding on the gravy train
Champagne suppers with the daggers all drawn
Riding on the gravy train
Some act tough, some act rude
Some bit of fluff complains about the food
You want to see a body getting really crude
Get on the gravy train, gravy train

Well the golden goose is clattering down the track
And they′re gonna be riding in an old caboose
Coming back

There's the soldiers of fashion on the hit parade
Riding on the gravy train
Tongue lashing with the bitch brigade
Riding on the gravy train
A freeloader licks my boot
Tell me how he digs my suit
You got lucky son, don't get cute
Get on the gravy train