Single Handed Sailor Intro: Yeah, the sailing ship is just held down in chains From the lazy days of sailing She's just lying there silent in pain You lean on the tourist rail In the concrete g Yeah, on a n S He's up on the bridge on the self-say night A mariner of dried-up land Two in the morning, well there's one green light And the man on the barge is sad She's gonna step away below him Away from things he's done But he just shouts, "Hey man whatcha call this thing?" She could say, "Pride of London" On a night when the lazy wind is wailing Around the cutting saw Yeah, single-handed sailor go sailing Singing away in the |
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