SCOTTY

SCOTTY - Allan Taylor

Scotty checked out this morning

In his customary way

With a glass of good

Malt whiskey in his hand

At least that's what they say

He didn't leave much owing

When he finally paid the bill

Maybe he should have

Settled a few old scores

But now I guess he never will

I remember the time he told me

We were born under a golden star

And maybe sometimes

We couldn't find it

And the journey seemed too far

But it was just a matter of hanging in

And we'd get there in the end

Well it seems you're gonna find it

My crazy beautiful friend

Mr Scott has left the building

The big old twelve

String's packed away

And the gig is finally over

And Scotty's on his way

But there's a song

I still keep singing

And I'll never lose the tune

'Cos Scotty's out there somewhere

And he's howling at the moon

He's howling at the moon

I can hear him

He's howling at the moon

Scotty's out there somewhere

And he's howling at the moon