The Last of the Independents (Live) Rory Gallagher

I caught the Red-Eye at midnight
In the nick of time
On a seven forty-seven
An' we soon were flyin' high

Lord, I had no time to lose
Things were gettin' hot
Only I know where we stashed the loot
The mob wants to know the spot

They got the muscle in from Cleveland
The fire-power from Detroit
They missed me in New Jersey
Though things got pretty tight

They caught my scent in Richmond
At the Hotel Savoy
But I got out the Laundry Chute
And went to Chicago, Illinois

I'm the last of the independents
Yeah, they're searching coast to coast
Only I know where we hid the loot
Eleven years ago

I caught the Red-Eye at midnight
In the nick of time
On a seven forty-seven
We soon were high and wide