Scottie

From his Island in Scotland he has travelled far
But he is not one you will see in the local bar
For he is not a drinker Scottie will tell you
That with his life he has better things to do.

He is a member of a motor bike club
That seems far better fun than drinking in the pub
Polluting your liver with litres of booze
And being part of the group of the drunken yahoos.

A born again christian he has re-found his faith
And his second baptism it took place of late
On life after death he is one who believe
And that God to his kingdom the good will receive.

Pulling his big work trailer in his gray work van
He looks like a chieftian this giant of a man
With his faithful blue heeler bitch ozzie to guard his property
On Scottie's behalf none as faithful as she.

And though he may never see Scotland again
The accent he brought with him he still retain
He may well live far from his native home place
But he feels proud of his heritage and proud of his race.