Scotty

Scotty checked out this morning

In his customary way

With a glass of good malt whisky 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've settled a few good 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 going to find it

My crazy beautiful friend

Mr Scotty has left the building

The big old 12strings is packed away

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

Cause 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