Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Knopfler
Mark Knopfler
Guitar
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Bass Guitar
Chad Cromwell
Chad Cromwell
Drums
Richard Bennett
Richard Bennett
Guitar
Guy Fletcher
Guy Fletcher
Keyboards
Jim Cox
Jim Cox
Piano
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Knopfler
Mark Knopfler
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Knopfler
Mark Knopfler
Producer
Miles Showell
Miles Showell
Mastering Engineer
Chuck Ainlay
Chuck Ainlay
Mixing Engineer
Jake Jackson
Jake Jackson
Assistant Engineer
John Saylor
John Saylor
Assistant Engineer
Jon Bailey
Jon Bailey
Assistant Engineer
Tony Cousins
Tony Cousins
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

When Jack Frost came for Christmas
With a brass monkey date
The Rail King and the Scarecrow
Hopped a Florida freight
And they blew on their paper cups
And stared through the steam
Then they drank half a bottle
Of Ragpicker's Dream
Where the whiskey keeps following
Cold pitchers of beer
Me and my associate
Like the clientele here
Get the onions and the taters
Ribeyes on the grill
Toothpicks and Luckys
And a coffee refill
As the Rail King lay rocking
He was leaving the ground
Then he was flying like Santa Claus
Over the town
Where he came to the window
Of a house by a stream
It was a family Christmas
In the Ragpicker's Dream
There were kids at the table
All aglow in the light
Music in the wintertime
Sure carries at night
There was turkey and gravy
Pie and ice cream
And gifts for each and everyone
In the Ragpicker's Dream
Where the red-eye keeps tumbling
In our glasses of beer
Me and my associate
Like the service in here
There's a ten for your trouble
You have beautiful hair
Make the last one two doubles
It's a cold one out there
Where the Scarecrow and the Rail King
Have started to dance
But a nightstick and a billyclub
Won't give peace a chance
Here I think they went thataways
Your song and dance team
Heading home for the holidays
With the Ragpicker's Dream
On his knees like a fighter
The rail-riding king
Like a sack of potatoes
Like a bull in the ring
Where the Scarecrow falls over
With a tear in the seam
Home for the rover
In the Ragpicker's Dream
Where the red-eye keeps tumbling
Like tears in our beer
Me and my associate
Like the ambience here
Where they cornered two castaways
In a white flashlight beam
Merry Christmas and happy days
In the Ragpicker's Dream
Written by: Mark Knopfler
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