Smuggler Archive

There's trouble in the space lanestonight,
I can feel it in my bones.
I had a premonition,
That he should not go alone.
I knew the blaster was armed,
But I didn't think he'd kill.
Everything exploded,
And the blood began to spill.
So baby, here's your ticket,
With your suitcase in your hand.
Here's a little Credits,
Do it just the way we planned.
You be cool for twenty hours
And I'll pay you twenty grand.
I'm sorry it went down like this,
Someone had to lose,
It's the nature of the business,
It's the smuggler's blues.
The Hutts and Blacksun,
The Imperials and the corsec,
The payoffs and the ripoffs,
And the things nobody saw.
Don't matter if it's muon, nuetron, or blue,
You gotta carry weapons
'Cause you always carry creds.
Lots of shady characters,
And lots of dirty deals.
Every name's an alias
In case somebody squeals.
It's the lure of easy credits,
It's got a very strong appeal.
Perhaps you'd understand it better
Standin' in my shoes,
It's the ultimate enticement,
It's the smuggler's blues, smuggler's blues.
You can see it in the holonews,
You hear it everyday.
They say they're gonna stop it,
But it doesn't go away.
They're movin' through Mos Eisley and sellin' in Narmle,
They hide it up in Nashal,
I mean it's here to stay.
Proppin' up the governments on Corellia and Naboo,
You ask any RSF man,
He'll tell you "Nothin' we can do",
From the office of the Emperor,
Down to me and you, me and you.
It's a losing proposition,
But one you can't refuse.
It's the politics of contraband,
It's the smuggler's blues, smuggler's blues.