Stolie - Up to the Highlands Lyrics

An old man swallowed Scotland
He's got a dog that he calls Ireland
Thumb in the air, gone hitch-hiking
He's riding the night up to the Highlands

Hollow shoes overused on a man whose
feet have been walking a lifetime
Lighter fluid down to the last drop
Cigarette ash lands down on the borderline

Rough of cheeks like sandpaper
In a tartan pattern under a big fir tree
Dog is sleeping and the wind is growling
Distant headlights are growing nearer

He put his soul on top of a mattress
He fell asleep in the back of a tractor
Tornado of stars up to the Isle of Skye
He and the dog
They meet the Emerald entrance
I said he and the dog
They meet the Emerald entrance

An old man swallowed Scotland
He's got a dog that he calls Ireland
Thumb in the air, he's gone hitch-hiking
He's riding the night up to the Highlands
He's riding the night
He's riding the night
He's riding the night
Up to the Highlands