Voices(repeat) Be thee well When you're finally in ANDREWS My arms you'll plainly see My work This devoted sailor's heart No one else's And
bed and she's pulled on her clothes And straight to the hall door like lightening she goes She's looked him once over and gave him a smack And the bargain
thought of my true love came running to my head And poor sailors that sail on the deep. As I sailed out one day, one day, And being not far from land, And
down the sewer streets sailing down the river streets destination light neon number forty-two grind and move my way found and kick my way down and s
down the sewer streets sailing down the river streets destination light neon number for O grind and move my way found and kick my way down and s ave
wind and set the sail But save ourselves when all omens point to fail And if I tell the truth then I won't have to tell you this Though I grieve and
salute And from the corner of his eye, he caught the alabaster orbs And from a dime a dance hall girl and stuffed a thousand dollar bill In her blouse and caught the cruel and
Sailors dance on mother natures cool clear waters Spend the springtime of their lives in her fold Sailors songs have been sung for thousands of years But the widows
gun salute and from the corner of his eye he caught the alabaster orbs and from a dime a dance hall girl and stuffed a thousand dollar bill in her blouse and caught the cruel and
'm a Jolly banker, jolly banker am I. I safeguard the farmers and widows and orphans, Singin' I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I. When dust storms are sailing, and
a sailor A sailor at sea and a sailor of love And he thought he could save her Save her from innocence up and above 'cause he never knew freedom and
Caesar's had your troubles Widows had to cry While mercenaries in cloisters sing And the king must die Some men are better staying sailors Take my word and
Consider me a widow, boys and I will tell you why. It's not the man, but it's the marriage that was drowned. So I walk the walk and wait with watchful
February morning, my car won't start today I turned the key at 8:03 and the battery passed away Inside a' my automobile I want my automobile I want my
Antediluvian Oracle:] And one night, there came a storm, a storm with searing red winds. Fire and steel rode within it, and vengeance writ in thunder and
her wampam beads She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widow's weeds And filagree on leaf and vine Vine and leaf are filagree And her
Winds that are crashing and clouds that are turning A premonition of sails that were burning Woke up in silence and looked out my window Its weathers