Scotty checked out this morning In his customary way With a glass of good Malt whiskey in his hand At least that's what they say He didn't leave much owing When he finally paid the bill Maybe he should have
Settled a few old scores But now I guess he never will I remember the time he told me We were born under a golden star And maybe sometimes
We couldn't find it And the journey seemed too far But it was just a matter of hanging in And we'd get there in the end Well it seems you're gonna find it My crazy beautiful friend Mr Scott has left the building The big old twelve String's packed away And the gig is finally over And Scotty's on his way But there's a song I still keep singing And I'll never lose the tune 'Cos Scotty's out there somewhere And he's howling at the moon He's howling at the moon I can hear him He's howling at the moon Scotty's out there somewhere And he's howling at the moon
