The drunk buccaneer - Martin Purvis cover
Out for the count at the side of the road,
He'll be counting out dough for the bread that he owed.
He aims for the water but falls on the beers,
There's no-one to dry off those drunken old tears,
He's met by a lather of judging peers,
A pint or two later, it all disappears.
He talked to a pitcher, a bottle of red.
If I took a guess then I'd bet that he'd said...
"If I were a sailor then you'd be the sea,
You would go journeying around there with me.
I'd follow you shipwrecked, you'd sink into me,
You'd be the death of me..."
Sir, can you spare me a dime for my hand?
But that man he just looks on he don't understand.
His own solution is clear like the rain,
He will pour out that poison that's causing his pain,
And he swears to the gods that he won't drink again,
But he changes his mind and he runs to the drain.
He talked to a pitcher, a bottle of red.
If I took a guess then I'd bet that he'd said...
"If I were a sailor then you'd be the sea,
You would go journeying around there with me.
I'd follow you shipwrecked, you'd sink into me,
You'd be the death of me..."
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