[00:00.00] 作曲 : Tim Millar/Rody Walker/Luke Hoskin/Arif Mirabdolbaghi[00:12.36]About a gunshot away there’s a place that I long to be— tippin’ bottles with me[00:18.51]Old c**k. When the shit's all said and sorted, I plan to settle down and stay— one[00:23.76]middle finger to the landlocked. From the first time boatin’ o’r there’s not too much[00:28.02]I can recall. I kissed a plastic cod and drank rum till I was friggered. I decided then[00:32.76]and there that I’d return, even if I had to crawl. Something outside was broken and[00:37.20]something inside me, triggered. It’s a long ride home, but it’s always my destination.[00:46.11]It’s a long ride home. If the sun bursts apart at the end of the world, I don’t think[00:55.44]I will give a damn as long as I’m surrounded by friends and pints in goddamned[01:01.80]Newfoundland. So here’s to Newfoundland. I breathed a sigh of relief the next time[01:22.02]steppin’ off the plane. It’d been a long, hard, vapid winter. Johnny and the boys[01:27.60]were waiting there ready to explain, they weren’t there to drive us, just a welcome[01:31.77]back to the Island. So we taxied to the venue to prepare for the night to sweep.[01:37.05]Slept in the back room until the India showed up. When we finally took the stage,[01:40.59]it shifted beneath our feet. We stood on the shoulders of proud Newfoundlanders.[01:50.40]And I think it bears repeating that no one buckled under. We all got bit by the cod[02:04.56]that we all kissed. It left an infection in our lips and a longing in the mist. You’re[02:56.34]as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land. Yes, I be a[03:25.47]Newfoundlander B ’ y. Not by birth, but in m y heart. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B ’ y.