Track 1 from their fourth album “Love over Gold” released in 1982 copyright Warner Bros. Records. It was their second consecutive release recorded at The Power Station in NYC. Two new members were introduced on this album; Hal Lindes on rhythm guitars and Alan Clark on keyboards. It was the last album to feature original drummer Pick Withers. It received above average to excellent reviews. It reached the Top Ten in eleven countries, including No. 1 in seven. It was certified Gold in three, Platinum in six and 2X Platinum in Canada and the U.K. Written and produced by Mark Knopfler. Featuring:

Mark Knopfler – Lead vocals, lead, rhythm, acoustic, 12-string & steel guitars
Hal Lindes – Rhythm & acoustic guitars
Alan Clark – Keyboards
John Illsley – Bass
Pick Withers – Drums
Special Guests:
Mike Mainieri – Vibraphone & marimba
Ed Walsh – Synthesizer programming

Well, a long time ago came a man on a track
Walkin' thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
Made a home in the wilderness

He built a cabin and a winter store
And he plowed up the ground by the cold lakeshore
The other travelers came walkin' down the track
And they never went further, no, they never went back

Then came the churches, then came the schools
Then came the lawyers, then came the rules
Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track was the Telegraph Road

Then came the mines, yeah, then came the ore
Then there was the hard times, then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph Road got so deep and so wide like a rolling river

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
People drivin' home from the factories
There's six lanes of traffic, three lanes movin' slow

I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed

And the birds upon the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singin' out their telegraph code
All the way down the Telegraph Road

Well, I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
Yeah, life was just a bet on a race between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder, you had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder, like you don't seem to care

But just believe in me baby and I'll take you away
From outta this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights, these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'Cause I run every red light on memory lane
I seen desperation explode into flames
And I don't wanna see it again

From all of these signs sayin' "Sorry But We're Closed"
All the way down the Telegraph Road

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