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• Artiste: Jackie Leven
• Titre: Jim O´Windygates
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JIM O'WINDYGATES I heard a young lass in the langtoon greetin' wi' her mates oh she was in such a state now greetin' at bustops will be her fate greetin' for Jim O'Windygates for he has died alone on largo law wi his sweet face turned awa fae the sea and the bitter spray on a raw December day I kent this guy he was baith sap and sage he lived in an iron age of loneliness no human heart could bless as a child he pointed something out to me lost roads that only he could see across the lomond hills, and he he could see ghosts a-riding down through the reverb of a secret town this story made bartenders frown he said 'that's because you're ghosts as well' they told Jim he could go to hell 'go to hell' - of which he was never afraid his car was a lovely old silver cadillac with a false dawn painted on the back and headlights searching souls down long abandoned holes where miners lives did crack now their broken sons buy smack and die in bleeding tracks