.38 Special lyrics

The fate of a roving gambler

Is waiting down the bloodthirsty highway.

The highway is my home, I'm a rambler,

And I have to pay the devil every day.

Now if I should owe a friend a million dollars,

He knows my guarantee is sound.

If we should get hijacked by robbers,

There'd be no big money laying all around.

I may be gone to the devil,

But I ain't rollin' over for you.

If you've got a pistol in your pocket,

I've got my .38 Special too.

Are you dancing for the payers of the piper?

Are you jumping through your party hoops for them?

You won't see any nine-to-fivers

At the tables of my poker playing friends.

So take your politician or your banker,

Take your friendly health insurance man.

I never met a cold hearted gambler

Could carry off a hustle like they can.

I may be gone to the devil,

But I ain't rollin' over for you.

If you've got a pistol in your pocket,

I've got my .38 Special too.

• Artist:Mark Knopfler
• Album:Tracker 2015