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I met him on the motorway, said he was a free man And did I have a cigarette He?d been all over travelling, looking for a little gold He said with a laugh, I found nothing yet He had to get out of Ireland The police there they?ve got a lot of tricks They give a dog a bad name - You better believe that it always sticks chorus: And he was worried about the rain Lord, he?d never seen it rain so hard And I was thinking about that flame that burned in his heart He?d heard about a job in London town He hit the road from Liverpool But if your name is Pat or Michael Some men treat you like a fool And he loved to hear old Brady sing He knew all the words to Arthur Mc Bride And when I put it on my stereo, Old man broke right down and cried He talked about a bar he knew in Dublin Lord, he wished we were there tonight And we talked about the travelling - SongtexteSooner or later we?re gonna get it right When I left him on that same motorway, It was a bright cafe in a dark night And as I turned away to leave him He said, Lady Luck may she treat you right Aus Songtexte Mania