St. Olav's Gate - Tom Russell, 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 Lune

She 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»

Here’s to the ladies 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