Letra Freeman Fiddler's Green

Freeman

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 -
Sooner 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