St Luke's Summer Lyrics - Rules For Jokers - Thea Gilmore

Propped my eyes open with some chemistry 

I've got a three hour drive and a man to see 

The blue bruised sky is closing in 

Cover up well because it looks like rain 

She got Tiffany earrings from a limejuice sailor 

Rich man, poor man, tinker, retailer 

Casey Jones working on the SP line 

Has got the union at his throat and he's running out of time 

So blow the man down boys 

Yeah blow the man down boys 

And the tricks that he employs 

Are buried in this St Luke's summer noise 

She asked the electorate to cut a little slack 

Waving a litre of whiskey and a union jack 

Saying I'm not in the business of right and wrong 

So lets get by on a wing and a folk song 

And Jesus went to talk to Omie Wise 

She said I never did trust religious guys 

And the heat is rising from Octobers throat 

She says uptown boy 

Hey can you dance the tango? 

So blow the man down boys........... 

Call up the captain we've got Kreuger on the line 

He's got a box of chocolates and a valentine 

And MI5 have got a bone to pick with Moses 

While Matthew and the big guy just play ring-around-the-roses 

A pearl knit sweater and a gasoline rag 

He's got a fistful of stars and an old dog tag 

Get to Parchman Farm by number 9 bus 

And send the children to the gum tree to wake up Nicodemus 

So blow the man down boys.....