(Mark Knopfler)

From the Sailing To Philadelphia album



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 goin' down



Games you thought you'd learned

You neither lost nor won

The dreams have crashed and burned

You still keep on, keepin' on



Out on the highway

With the road gang, workin'

Up on a mountain

With a cold wind blowin'



Out on the highway

Was a road band, workin'

But the last laugh, baby is yours



And don't you love the sound

Of the last laugh, goin' down



They had you cryin'

And you came up smilin'

They had you crawlin'

And you came up flyin'

They had you cryin'

And you came up smilin'

And the last laugh, baby is yours



And don't you love the sound

The last laugh goin' down?

Well, don't you love the sound

Of the last laugh, goin' down



(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)