The Crawl
Spirit of the West Lyrics


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Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more
From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between

Well it all began one afternoon on the shores of Ambleside
We were sittin' there quite peacefully with the rising of the tide
When an idea it came to mind for to usher in the Fall,
And we all agreed next Friday night we'd go out on the crawl

And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more
From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between

Well we planned to have a gay old time, the cash we did not spare
We left all the cars at home and paid the taxi fare
I got out to Horseshoe Bay a little after five
From a table in the corner I heard familiar voices rise

And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more
From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between

Well spirits they ran high that night, old stories we did share
Of the days when we were younger men and never had a care
And the beer flowed like a river and we drank the keg near dry
So we drained down all our glasses and were thirsty by-and-by

And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more
From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between

Park Royal Hotel, The Rusty Gull, Square-Rigger and Queen's Cross
We'd started out with eight good boys but half had gotten lost
And you'll never keep the lads together when their eyes begin to rove
And there was just the three of us that made it to Deep Cove

And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more
From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between

We arrived out at The Raven just in time for the last call
The final destination of this the first annual crawl
We dug deep into our pockets there was no money to be found
Nine miles home and for walking we are bound

And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more
From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between

And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen




And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more
From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between

Overall Meaning

The song "The Crawl" by Spirit of the West is a tale of a wild night on Vancouver's North Shore. The lyrics are narrated by a group of good old boys who embark on a pub crawl that will take them from the Troller in Horseshoe Bay to the Raven in Deep Cove, with several stops in between. The song describes the festive, carefree atmosphere of the night, with drinking and storytelling among old friends. As the night progresses, the group loses half its members to various distractions, but the remaining trio manages to make it to the Raven in time for the last call. However, they realize they have no money left to pay for a taxi, so they set out on foot for the nine-mile walk home.


Musically, "The Crawl" is an upbeat, catchy folk-rock tune with a sing-along chorus that invites the listener to join in the revelry. The instrumentation features jangly acoustic guitars, accordion, and a pounding drumbeat that adds to the sense of urgency and excitement. The vocal delivery is energetic and playful, with occasional bursts of laughter and ad-libs that enhance the feeling of spontaneity and camaraderie.


The lyrics of "The Crawl" capture the spirit of a night out with friends, where the focus is on having a good time and enjoying each other's company. The imagery of the North Shore, with its scenic coastline and cozy pubs, adds to the sense of place and community that the song celebrates. The theme of nostalgia for simpler times and carefree youth is also present, as the good old boys reminisce about their younger days and the memories they share.


Overall, "The Crawl" is a fun, lighthearted song that captures the essence of a classic pub crawl with friends. It celebrates the joys of friendship, humor, and shared experiences, while also acknowledging the bittersweet passing of time and the inevitability of growing older.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
We are a group of men from a community located in the northern part of the shore.


Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
We are drinkers and partygoers who know how to have a good time.


And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more
On this particular night, we drank until there was no more alcohol left to consume.


From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between
We visited every drinking establishment from the Troller Pub to the Raven Pub, making all stops in between.


Well it all began one afternoon on the shores of Ambleside
The idea of the crawl was born one afternoon while sitting on the Ambleside Beach.


We were sittin' there quite peacefully with the rising of the tide
We were sitting and relaxing on the beach while the tide was starting to come in.


When an idea it came to mind for to usher in the Fall,
We had an idea to welcome the arrival of autumn.


And we all agreed next Friday night we'd go out on the crawl
We all agreed to go on a drinking crawl the following Friday night.


Well we planned to have a gay old time, the cash we did not spare
We planned to have a fun time and were willing to spend money to do so.


We left all the cars at home and paid the taxi fare
We chose not to drive our own cars and instead took taxis to each pub.


I got out to Horseshoe Bay a little after five
I arrived at Horseshoe Bay a little bit after five in the evening.


From a table in the corner I heard familiar voices rise
I could hear familiar voices coming from a table in the corner of the pub.


Well spirits they ran high that night, old stories we did share
The mood was lively that night, and we shared old stories with each other.


Of the days when we were younger men and never had a care
We reminisced about our younger days when we didn't have any worries or responsibilities.


And the beer flowed like a river and we drank the keg near dry
We drank a lot of beer and almost finished the entire keg.


So we drained down all our glasses and were thirsty by-and-by
We finished our drinks and became thirsty again soon after.


Park Royal Hotel, The Rusty Gull, Square-Rigger and Queen's Cross
We visited several pubs throughout the night, including the Park Royal Hotel, The Rusty Gull, Square-Rigger, and Queen's Cross.


We'd started out with eight good boys but half had gotten lost
Initially, there were eight of us, but halfway through the night, four of us got separated and lost from the group.


And you'll never keep the lads together when their eyes begin to rove
It's impossible to keep the group together when they become easily distracted by other things.


And there was just the three of us that made it to Deep Cove
Only three of us were able to make it to the final pub, which was located in Deep Cove.


We arrived out at The Raven just in time for the last call
We arrived at The Raven Pub in just enough time for the last call of the night.


The final destination of this the first annual crawl
The Raven Pub was the last stop of the first annual drinking crawl.


We dug deep into our pockets there was no money to be found
We searched our pockets, but we ran out of money to pay for a ride home.


Nine miles home and for walking we are bound
We had to walk nine miles home since we didn't have enough money for a ride.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Geoffrey Kelly, John Mann

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Xtian


on Guildhall Witness

Well done. John Mann is so, so, so, so very missed.

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