Northern Cowboy

	作曲 : Dougie MacLean
	作词 : Dougie MacLean
	Look here comes a northern cowboy
	He just rode in from Aberdeen
	He's got money in his pockets
	And blisters like you've never ever seen
	Don't let him fool you with the stories
	Of all the money he has made
	I've been looking along the north-east coastline
	And those cowboys have already dug its grave

	There was a time when we were happy
	With the simple pleasures that we knew
	And then one day it started raining
	And a very ugly storm began to brew
	It wasn't long before we noticed
	That the people had a fever in their eyes
	They were taking all the things they'd been preserving
	And going out and throwing them up into the skies

	Once the money started moving
	The fever spread from door to door
	And all the young girls started selling
	Something they had never sold before
	The people spun around in circles
	Confusion cluttering their minds
	Their lives were being drawn from them
	By bastards of a hundred different kinds

	So come all ye northern cowboys
	Get back down here upon the farm
	Leave the salt wind to the sailors
	Leave the North Sea to the storm
	And one day when it's all over
	And you're hanging up your saddles and your guns
	You'll look around this oil-stained country
	And you'll wish to Christ it never had begun

	zuò qǔ : Dougie MacLean
	zuò cí : Dougie MacLean
	Look here comes a northern cowboy
	He just rode in from Aberdeen
	He' s got money in his pockets
	And blisters like you' ve never ever seen
	Don' t let him fool you with the stories
	Of all the money he has made
	I' ve been looking along the northeast coastline
	And those cowboys have already dug its grave

	There was a time when we were happy
	With the simple pleasures that we knew
	And then one day it started raining
	And a very ugly storm began to brew
	It wasn' t long before we noticed
	That the people had a fever in their eyes
	They were taking all the things they' d been preserving
	And going out and throwing them up into the skies

	Once the money started moving
	The fever spread from door to door
	And all the young girls started selling
	Something they had never sold before
	The people spun around in circles
	Confusion cluttering their minds
	Their lives were being drawn from them
	By bastards of a hundred different kinds

	So come all ye northern cowboys
	Get back down here upon the farm
	Leave the salt wind to the sailors
	Leave the North Sea to the storm
	And one day when it' s all over
	And you' re hanging up your saddles and your guns
	You' ll look around this oilstained country
	And you' ll wish to Christ it never had begun