Title: Whye Aye Man
Subtitle:
Artist: Mark Knopfler
Album: The Ragpicker's Dream
Author: Mark Knopfler
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Instructions: don't hesitate for corrections...
Notices: guitar 3 : capo=5 (sometimes disto...I think...)

WE HAD NO WAY OF STAYING AFLOAT
WE HAD TO LEAVE ON THE FERRY BOAT
ECONOMIC REFUGEES
ON THE RUN TO GERMANY
WE HAD THE BACK OF MAGGIE'S HAND
TIMES WERE TOUGH IN GEORDIELAND
WE GOT WOR TOOLS AND WORKING GEAR

AND HUMPED IT ALL FROM NEWCASTLE TO
HERE


WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN
WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN
WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN
WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN

WE'RE THE NOMAD TRIBES, TRAVELLING BOYS
IN THE DUST AND DIRT AND THE RACKET AND
THE NOISE
DRILLS AND HAMMERS, DIGGERS AND PICKS
MIXING CONCRETE, LAYING BRICKS
THERE'S ENGLISH, IRISH, SCOTS, THE LOT
UNITED NATION'S WHAT WE'VE GOT
BRICKIES, CHIPPIES, EVERY TRADE
GERMAN BUILDING, BRITISH-MADE

WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN
WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN
WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN
WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN

NAE MORE WORK ON MAGGIE'S FARM
HADAWAY DOWN THE AUTOBAHN
MINE'S A PORTACABIN BED
OR A BUNK IN A NISSEN HUT INSTEAD

THERE'S PLENTY DEUTSCHMARKS HERE TO
EARN
AND GERMAN TARTS ARE WUNDERSCHOEN
GERMAN BEER IS CHEMICAL-FREE
GERMANY'S ALREET WITH ME
SOMETIMES I MISS MY RIVER TYNE
BUT YOU'RE MY PRETTY FRAULEIN
TONIGHT WE'LL DRINK THE OLD TOWN DRY
KEEP WOR SPIRIT LEVELS HIGH

WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN
WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN
WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN
WHY AYE MAN, WHY AYE, WHY AYE MAN

SOMETIMES I MISS MY RIVER TYNE
BUT YOU'RE MY PRETTY FRAULEIN
TONIGHT WE'LL DRINK THE OLD TOWN DRY
KEEP WOR SPIRIT LEVELS HIGH


Tempo: 116 BPM
Tracks: 6
Instruments:
Bars: 163

Lyric

We had no way of staying afloat,
We had to leave on a ferryboat.
Economic refugees,
On the run to Germany.
We had the back of Maggie's hand,
Times were tough in Geordie-land.
We got our tools and working gear
And humped it all from Newcastle to here.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.

We're nomad tribes, travelling boys,
In the dust and dirt and the wrecking noise.
Drills and hammers, diggers and picks,
Mixing concrete, laying bricks.
There's English, Irish, Scots, the lot.
United Nations what we got.
Brickies, chippies, every trade.
German building, British made.

Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.

Nay more work on Maggie's farm.
Head away down the autobahn.
Mine's a Portakabin bed,
Or a bunk in a Nissen hut instead.

There's plenty Deutschmarks here to earn.
And German tarts are wunderschön.
German beer is chemical free.
Germany's alright with me.
Sometimes I miss my River Tyne,
But you're my pretty fraulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep our spirit levels high.

Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.

Sometimes I miss my River Tyne,
But you're my pretty fraulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep our spirit levels high.

Sometimes I miss my River Tyne,
But you're my pretty fraulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep our spirit levels high.