Skid Row - Gary Moore, Brush Shiels
And Noel Bridgeman



Benedicts Cherry Wine
Saturday Morning Man
Crystal Ball
Mr. De-Luxe
Girl Called Winter
Morning Star Avenue
Silver Bird


Benedicts Cherry Wine
(Brendan "Brush" Shiels/Noel Bridgeman/Gary Moore)

Well, if you're weary, feelin' depressed,
or maybe got a troubled mind.
Get yourself a bottle of Benedict's cherry wine.
There isn't any cure that I know,
I doubt that you can find,
can heal you faster than
a bottle of cherry wine.

I don't know how the juice is made,
but it sure tastes fine.
I'm telling you it ain't no lemonade,
old Benedict's cherry wine.

I knew a man who was beyond all help,
everybody said he was dyin'.
He danced on his grave
after drinking some cherry wine.

I don't know how the juice is made,
but it sure does taste fine.
Telling you it ain't no lemonade,
old Benedict's cherry wine.

I knew a woman, never had a man.
She get to know just fine.
Always goes to bed
with a bottle of cherry wine.

No, I don't know how that juice is made,
but it sure does taste fine.
I'm telling you it ain't no lemonade,
old Benedict's cherry wine.

So if you're weary, feelin' depressed,
or maybe got a troubled mind.
Get yourself a bottle of Benedict's cherry wine.

Give me another bottle of that stuff, woah-ooh.

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Saturday Morning Man
(Brendan "Brush" Shiels/Gary Moore)

Saturday morning man,
with your blunes and goldfish stand.
Stick when most turn.
In the breeze of little leas against the sun
that's spittin' down upon your head.

Saturday morning man,
attracts female faster than a picture show.
He's never seen to frown,
and he always acts the clown
with those who come and go.

Rise, bottles of Bowen's, bottles of Bowen's.
Any old thing that might be lying around your home.
Just listen to this, what you give might be worth a fish.
And if you get a blune, you'll still be doing well.

Saturday morning man
would treat you no different than he'd treat a king.
And there's something about him
as he shouts to all around him,
letting his voice ring.

Rise, bottles of Bowen's, bottles of Bowen's.
Any old thing that might be lying around your home.
Just listen to this, what you give might be worth a fish.
And if you get a blune, you'll still be doing well.

Saturday morning man,
or as he's nicknamed Daddy Dan, didn't come today.
Someone said he'd been run over
by a hit-and-run steam roller and died,
weren't sure to say.

Rise, bottles of Bowen's, bottles of Bowen's.
Any old thing that might be lying around your home.
Just listen to this and what you give might be worth a fish.
And if you get a blune, you'll still be doing well.

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Crystal Ball
(Brendan "Brush" Shiels/Noel Bridgeman/Gary Moore)

I'm building myself a crystal ball,
where I can go to find it all.
Surrounded by glass forever I'll be.
Out of reach of her and me.

I'll have no lifeline with the world.
For it's worth nothing without that girl
who lives inside my used-to-be.
She would be here if it were not for me.

I created a vegetable who could not speak.
I left her and she became weak.
Slipped out of her body
so she could peak into my crystal ball.

If you could see through the crystal glass,
you'd realize why love pass.
This obsolete and not to be.
She is from the past, perhaps now you see.

I'm pulling a blind across my mind.
I'm not out of days, merely far behind.
Looking for her as she once had been,
till the day she woke up and looked into my crystal ball.

My crystal ball, my crystal ball.
My crystal ball, my crystal ball.
My crystal ball.

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Mr. De-Luxe
(Brendan "Brush" Shiels/Noel Bridgeman/Gary Moore)

He's got all a man can need,
and he never tried speed.
He likes to play it straight along the line.
He's got a wife and three kids
and a band named Skid,
and the way he makin' bread all the time.

He likes to keep it cool,
and breakin' all of the rules,
but you know he's doin' the best that he can.
And his wife leave by soon in his handmade boots,
Mr. De-Luxe is that kind of man.
Ah, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, wow.

He never has a fag,
though his C-top Jag
cost more than I'd like to say.
He's got a country house
that really knocks you out.
You ought to see it on a clear blue day.

He's got a something to show,
we were days on the road,
and he made it with a Fleetwood Mac band.
And if you knew him well,
you could easily tell
how Mr. De-Luxe is that kind of man.
Ooah, all-right.
How-how.

He brought us over here
and bought us all new gear,
and told us just what we'd have to do.
You've got to go down well,
ring some bells,
but do only what appeals to you.

So we did our best,
and now you know the rest.
And they're proud of us back in Ireland.
The chance of the guy who never wears a tie,
Mr. De-Luxe, he's that kind of man, oh.
Wow, wow,
I can't hear you, can't hear you, oh.
Oh.

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Girl Called Winter
(Brendan "Brush" Shiels/Noel Bridgeman/Gary Moore)

She came down along the street.
They'd say "There comes a fine lady".
Then you think again at the way she's cut your eyes.
As she holds you in her glance,
and her eyes wait for your answer.
Nothing makes much sense,
though you begin to understand her.
But she says "Ha-ha-ha,
Mr. what's you knowing, come inside"
There's a little love.
There's a little love.
There's a little love agrowing.

A girl called Winter from summer place,
knew what she was good for.
No linens, no fancy lace,
that's not what she stood for.
She guarantees a good time
whenever you might call.
She do most anything, anything at all.
Anything at all.

She didn't have enough to eat,
so she sold out through the nighttime.
There ain't no tellin' what she might have been.
But now she holds you in her glance
and her eyes wait for your answer.
Nothing makes much sense,
though you begin to understand her.
But she says "Ha-ha-ha,
Mr. what's you knowing, come inside"
There's a little love.
I said a little love, wow.
There's a little love agrowing.

A girl called Winter from summer place,
knew what she was good for.
No linens, no fancy lace,
that's not what she stood for.
She guarantees a good time
whenever you might call.
She do most anything, anything at all.
Anything at all.

A girl called Winter from summer place,
knew what she was good for.
No linens, no fancy lace,
that's not what she stood for.
She guarantees a good time
whenever you might call.
She do most anything, anything at all.
Anything at all.

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Morning Star Avenue
(Gary Moore)

Nothing to lie in your pocket,
don't give it a thought till later on.
Like a bulb without a socket,
no one will bother to turn you on.

But who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.
Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.

You got no money to buy cheap wine.
Well, haven't you had enough for once?
Like a summer without sunshine,
it's been rain, just rain for months.

But who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.
Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.

You try to forget what a winter it was.
All the wrong reasons for not having a job.
You can look to the future, can think of the past,
and remember the faces of those people you've asked
for some help, for some money,
and tell yourself it's not funny.
When it's true that the only thing you can do is drinkin'.
And it's true that the only thing you can do is stinkin'.
And it's true that the only thing you can do
is make your way back to when the day is through
to the place they've always accepted you,
at the bottom of Morning Star Avenue.

You sit under the Virgin statue,
but Mary can see you're down too low.
And friendly eyes look at you,
all they can see is an old one, oh.

But who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.
Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.

Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.
Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.

Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.
Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.

Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.
Who wants to know?
No one wants to,
no one wants to know.

Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.
Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.

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Silver Bird
(Brendan "Brush" Shiels/Noel Bridgeman/Gary Moore)

Can't seem to get everything about her.
What it is, I just don't know.
'Cause all I want is to be the mouse, girl,
of our home, played nothing wrong.

Sometimes I want to be
out in the wild beyond there.
Up in the clouds, shoutin' it out.
I'm not getting any younger.

Hell, I don't wanna die,
you know I don't wanna die.
But you know I do like to fly,
you know I do like to fly.

But I couldn't,
but then I wouldn't.
But then I can do
everything I want to.

Get me your silver bird,
I'd jump right in,
lay up on the wind.
Lord, just me.

You know some fools wanna keep on fading,
but their lifeshit's not for me.
Just look at all that super hyping
everybody's paying to see.

Just feeling the warmth of my baby myself.
Why is it, I'm lurking?
If I'd been told that if I needed help
there'd be no one standin' by me.

Hell, I don't wanna cry,
you know I don't wanna cry.
But I can look you straight in the eye,
look you straight in the eye.

And say I could be,
that I would be.
It's true, I can do
everything I want to.

Get me your silver bird,
I'd jump right in,
lay up on the wind.
Lord, sun me.

Sometimes I want to be
out in the wild beyond there.
Up in the clouds, floatin' it out.
I'm not getting any younger.

Hell, I don't wanna die,
you know I don't wanna die.
You know I do like to fly,
you know I do like to fly.

But I couldn't,
'cause then I wouldn't.
But then I can do
everything I want to.

Get me your silver bird,
I'd jump right in,
float on the wind.
Lord, just me.

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