Testi:
Him Sail On

dad We was young age Papa writing letters from the jail sail Where?s daddy He?s neva ?round During father?s day at school he neva ?round (yeah) I hope he listenin I hate him

man overboard Pull the bulls onto my sword And buckle down in a corner chair with a round table floor Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the

vile slang Had a bird perched on him, and swashbuckled the same Peg leg navigated starboard to port By the nautical starry night yellin' the harbor is yours You should tell him

Hope... never showing up the same For a lonely man Since the day we left the land We've been anxious on aproach Captain kept showing his plans: "Under sail

that summer he snuck on a schooner To harpoon tuna And get real buff The Captain he said There's danger ahead We need some brave men To sail and then

I once loved a lad and I loved him so well That I hated all others that spoke of him ill But noo he's rewarded me well for my love He's gone to be wed

car Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me Catch a plane, catch a breeze On your hands, on your knees Swim or fly, only please, come back to me On

I feel so broke up wish I could go home (Oooooh) So hoist up the John B's sail (hoist up the John B's sail) See how the mainsail sets (see how the mainsail

you - still without you - the sound - I make - I still want to know - a time - moment - and i'll be there to sail on - rapid waters - but now - that