Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Last Of The Independents, artist - Rory Gallagher. Album song Photo Finish, in the genre Блюз
Date of issue: 30.09.1978
Record label: A UMC release;
Song language: English
The Last Of The Independents |
I caught the Red-Eye at midnight |
In the nick of time |
On the seven four seven |
And we soon were flying high. |
Lord, I had no time to lose |
Things were getting 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. |
Caught my scent in Richmond |
At the Hotel Savoy |
But I got out the laundry shute |
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 the seven four 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 |
You only got yourself to blame. |
I won’t sing like a canary |
And I won’t go naming names. |
I don’t need police protection |
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. |