Lyrics of The last of the independents

Rory Gallagher

pochette album The last of the independents
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Release date : 09/07/1998

Duration : 0:05:39

Style : Blues



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I caught the red-eye at midnight
In the nick of time
On a seven forty-seven
An' we soon were flyin' high

Lord, i had no time to lose
Things were gettin' hot
Only i know where we stashed the loot
The mob wants to know the spot

They got the muscle in from cleveland
The fire-power from detroit
They missed me in new jersey
Though things got pretty tight

They caught my scent in richmond
At the hotel savoy
But i got out the laundry chute
And went to chicago, illinois

I'm the last of the independants
Yeah, they're searching coast to coast
Only i know where we hid the loot
Eleven years ago

I caught the red-eye at midnight
In the nick of time
On a seven forty-seven
We soon were high and wide

The moon was laughing at me
Like it did not have a care
But i just smiled right back and said
You ain't going anywhere

Well, i want out of the rackets
And the numbers game
'cos when you cross the big boss
Only got yourself to blame

I won't sing like a canary
And i won't go naming names
Well, i don't need police protection
Well, i'll play it my own way

I'm the last of the independants
Well, i play by my own rules
Yes, i'm the last of the independants
The syndicate, well, it don't approve

Well, i'm the last of the independants
Well, i got to keep on the move
Well, i'm the last of the independants
Well, i got no time to lose

Time to lose
Time to lose

I got no time
Well, i got no time to lose
Well, i got no time
Well, i got no time to lose

Well, i got no time
Well, i got no time to lose
Well, i got no time
Well, i got no time to lose

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