Sailing to Philadelphia - Mark Knopfler

I am Jeremiah Dixon 
I am a Geordie boy 
A glass of wine with you, sir 
And the ladies I'll enjoy 
All Durham and Northumberland 
Is measured up by my own hand 
It was my fate from birth 
To take my mark upon the earth... 

He calls me Charlie Mason 
A stargazer am I 
It seems that I was born 
To chart the evening sky 
They'd cut me out for baking bread 
But I had other dreams instead 
This baker's boy from the west country 
Would join the Royal Society 

We are sailing to Philadelphia 
A world away from the coaly Tyne 
Sailing to Philadelphia 
To draw the line 
The Mason-Dixon line 

Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon 
But I swear you'll make me mad 
The West will kill us both 
You gullible Geordie lad 
You talk of liberty 
How America can be free 
A Geordie and a baker's boy 
In forest of Iroquois 

Now hold your head up, Mason 
See America lies there 
The morning tide has raised 
The capes of Delaware 
Come up and feel the sun 
A new morning is begun 
Another day will make it clear 
Why your stars should guide us here... 

We are sailing to Philadelphia 
A world away from the coaly Tyne 
Sailing to Philadelphia 
To draw the line 
The Mason-Dixon line 
The Mason-Dixon line...