Lletres: Mark Knopfler. Sailing to Philadelphia. The Last Laugh.

Don't you love the sound of the last laugh my friend?
Don't you love the sound of the last laugh at the end?
Down in the gutter with the mad old soldiers
Down in the scuppers with the drunken sailors
Down in the gutter with the mad old soldiers
But the last laugh, baby is yours
And don't you love the sound of the last laugh going down?

Games you thought you'd learned, you neither lost nor won
Their dreams have crashed and burned but you still keep on keepin' on
Out on the highway with the road gang working
Up on the mountain with the cold wind blowing
Out on the highway with the road band working
But the last laugh, baby is yours
And don't you love the sound of the last laugh going down?

They had you crying but you came up smiling
They had you crawling and you came up flying
They had you crying and you came up smiling
And the last laugh, baby is yours
And don't you love the sound of the last laugh going down?
Yeah don't you love the sound of the last laugh going down?