Rory Gallagher Lyrics - Race The Breeze

Race The Breeze

Well that sounds like the night train, blowin' its stack
Spreading its wings on homeward track
Arrived here this morning, won't be here for long
As fast as a shooting star, that's' what them eight wheels are for

Come on baby lets jump aboard
It's a mean piece of transport baby
You know that's no joke

On board the aging gamble smiles as he peels
The seal off a new deck, then he quietly deals
Hands round the table from the bottom he slips three
Watch yourself if you play it

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