Diamonds in the Mud Songtext
von Gerry Cinnamon

I've got a mate who's a shaman
Gets anything you want in no time
A weekend at Bernie's
Is a few days without any sunshine

I know a right dour-faced bastard
A really nice guy but he hates life
He's got sarcastic eyeballs
And a tongue that can slash like a lock-knife

These faces I've known growing up
On the streets in the Southside
From the hills of the 'milk to the parade in the East End
I remember the change in the accents on the Westside
Makin money till there's no time left to spend
It's all bullshit but we all still pretend

When I was a wean
I used to sell puff to make money
But we'd smoke all the profit
And by Friday it was no longer funny


I know a guy who's a lightweight
One or two jars and he's buckled
He's the guy that loses keys
Has tae break into his own house and gets huckled

These faces I've known growing up
On the streets in the Southside
From the songs in the schemes
Tae the Art School dreams of the town
And when I lie awake in the night time
These things I remember, some happy, some sad
Bring a smile tae ma face when I'm down
In the Priory, or in Sinbad's, in Dunoon

I've been all round the world
But there's nowhere compares tae my hometown
The mayhem of Glasgow is buried deep in my blood
And there's no other place where a cunt
Might not be a put down
It's 13 degrees, and there's folk in the street in the scud

Not the best place, but there's diamonds in the mud
Not the best place, but there's diamonds in the mud
Not the best place but there's diamonds