St. Olav's Gate (feat. Nanci Griffith)

Drinking black market vodka in the back of the Scottsman's saloon

Then it's red meat and whiskey like a coyote drunk on the moon

Outside in Oslo the buskers' all sing the same tune

And it's Waltzin' Matilda while the bagpipes play old Clare de LuneShe was a lady, she came down from Bergen she said

She spoke little English, they laughed and drank whiskey instead

In the mornin' he found it, a rose with a note on his plate

It said, "meet me at midnight on the corner of St. Olav's Gate"[Repeat: x2]

Here's to the ladys you love and don't see again

The night is warm whiskey, the mornin's a cold bitter wind

The blue eyed madonna leaves town while the drunken man waits

Leaves him standing alone in the shadows of St. Olav's Gate