Gordon Lightfoot - High And Dry |
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High And Dry
Gordon Lightfoot With a ladyShe sails the bitter ocean If it wasn't for lovesick sailors Singin' why me oh my There'd be nothin' left but flotsam Is there a better man than I I hope you find your way back home I hope you find your way back home Before you're lyin' high and dry Before you die While ya sip yer daily doubles Her sails blow like bubbles If she wasn't so fond of the weather She might give the deckhands trouble Singin' why me oh my I hope you find your way back home Is there a better man than I I hope you find your way back home Before you're lyin' high and dry Before you die One day when I grew older And I found I could not hold her She took on a fine young skipper Who soon run her up on a boulder Singin' why me oh my Before you're lyin' high and dry Is there a better man than I I hope you find your way back home I hope you find your way back home Before you die Don't include a lady barber Now the pleasures of the harbor If it wasn't for Long John Silver Singin' why me oh my All of us pirates would've been martyrs Is there a better man than I I hope you find your way back home Before you're lyin' high and dry I hope you find your way back home Before you're lyin' high and dry Before you dieI hope you find your way back home |
