I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth
He calls me Charlie Mason
A stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal Society
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
A Mason-Dixon Line
Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
But I swear you'll make me mad
The West will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can America be free
A Geordie and a baker's boy
In the forests of the Iroquois
Now hold your head up, Mason
See America lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning has begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
A Mason-Dixon Line
A Mason-Dixon Line
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:19.18]I am Jeremiah Dixon
[00:22.07]I am a Geordie boy
[00:24.83]A glass of wine with you, sir
[00:26.71]And the ladies I'll enjoy
[00:30.46]All Durham and Northumberland
[00:34.70]Is measured up by my own hand
[00:39.69]It was my fate from birth
[00:43.52]To make my mark upon the earth
[00:50.16]He calls me Charlie Mason
[00:52.62]A stargazer am I
[00:55.38]It seems that I was born
[00:57.10]To chart the evening sky
[01:00.73]They'd cut me out for baking bread
[01:05.15]But I had other dreams instead
[01:09.07]This baker's boy from the west country
[01:13.46]Would join the Royal Society
[01:19.72]We are sailing to Philadelphia
[01:25.41]A world away from the coaly Tyne
[01:30.05]Sailing to Philadelphia
[01:35.64]To draw the line
[01:39.68]A Mason-Dixon Line
[02:05.82]Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
[02:08.29]But I swear you'll make me mad
[02:11.73]The West will kill us both
[02:13.40]You gullible Geordie lad
[02:17.75]You talk of liberty
[02:21.51]How can America be free
[02:25.66]A Geordie and a baker's boy
[02:29.77]In the forests of the Iroquois
[02:36.54]Now hold your head up, Mason
[02:38.58]See America lies there
[02:42.19]The morning tide has raised
[02:44.00]The capes of Delaware
[02:48.01]Come up and feel the sun
[02:51.92]A new morning has begun
[02:56.03]Another day will make it clear
[03:00.62]Why your stars should guide us here
[03:06.34]We are sailing to Philadelphia
[03:12.39]A world away from the coaly Tyne
[03:16.61]Sailing to Philadelphia
[03:22.38]To draw the line
[03:26.35]A Mason-Dixon Line
[03:31.12]A Mason-Dixon Line
I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth
He calls me Charlie Mason
A stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal Society
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
A Mason-Dixon Line
Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
But I swear you'll make me mad
The West will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can America be free
A Geordie and a baker's boy
In the forests of the Iroquois
Now hold your head up, Mason
See America lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning has begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
A Mason-Dixon Line
A Mason-Dixon Line
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:19.18]I am Jeremiah Dixon
[00:22.07]I am a Geordie boy
[00:24.83]A glass of wine with you, sir
[00:26.71]And the ladies I'll enjoy
[00:30.46]All Durham and Northumberland
[00:34.70]Is measured up by my own hand
[00:39.69]It was my fate from birth
[00:43.52]To make my mark upon the earth
[00:50.16]He calls me Charlie Mason
[00:52.62]A stargazer am I
[00:55.38]It seems that I was born
[00:57.10]To chart the evening sky
[01:00.73]They'd cut me out for baking bread
[01:05.15]But I had other dreams instead
[01:09.07]This baker's boy from the west country
[01:13.46]Would join the Royal Society
[01:19.72]We are sailing to Philadelphia
[01:25.41]A world away from the coaly Tyne
[01:30.05]Sailing to Philadelphia
[01:35.64]To draw the line
[01:39.68]A Mason-Dixon Line
[02:05.82]Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
[02:08.29]But I swear you'll make me mad
[02:11.73]The West will kill us both
[02:13.40]You gullible Geordie lad
[02:17.75]You talk of liberty
[02:21.51]How can America be free
[02:25.66]A Geordie and a baker's boy
[02:29.77]In the forests of the Iroquois
[02:36.54]Now hold your head up, Mason
[02:38.58]See America lies there
[02:42.19]The morning tide has raised
[02:44.00]The capes of Delaware
[02:48.01]Come up and feel the sun
[02:51.92]A new morning has begun
[02:56.03]Another day will make it clear
[03:00.62]Why your stars should guide us here
[03:06.34]We are sailing to Philadelphia
[03:12.39]A world away from the coaly Tyne
[03:16.61]Sailing to Philadelphia
[03:22.38]To draw the line
[03:26.35]A Mason-Dixon Line
[03:31.12]A Mason-Dixon Line
I never thought I'd be the one
To be the raging bull
There'd always be a smoking gun
Who'd up and lose his cool
I never thought I'd have to say
I'm so...
riot
Yo Serj, pass me that lighter
Yeah... yeah, yeah!
Flowers, smiling through the battlefield!
The break is over man, I'm back with the ink pen
Like...
Brew the coffee in a bucket
Double straight man and banjo
If you don't got the snake oil
Buster, you don't got a show
Who puts the do re me in our poc...
The Santa Ana's been kicking up sand
All the way from Utah to La La Land
Sways the fairy lights up in the boughs
The finger-lickers who test the blow
...
Well a hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing
A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing
Well the hen's alright but the harp is ...
Yon's my Privateer
see how trim she lies
To every man a lucky hand
and to every man a prize
I live to ride the Ocean
the mighty world around
To take ...