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Shipmates headed to town on a Saturday night
Ready to party, ready to fight
Passing a bar, I said Let’s stop by
There’s a barmaid inside who had caught my eye
Local boy said I saw what you did
You hit on my girl. You’re a dead man, squid
I don’t let no one hit on her no more
When someone does, then that means war
So I said Please to meet you. I’m really charmed
But if it’s a war on words, then you’re unarmed
Hey, I want you to know, you’re number one with me too
What a coincidence, the same number as your I Q.
Can’t help it if this ole boy set her heart on fire
So back off if you don’t want to sing soprano in the choir
Now I may not be the brightest lad
But it was easy to see he was getting mad
Then I said sorry man, I should have kept my mouth shut
Because I don’t have time to kick your butt
Then as I backed toward the door, I don’t know why
I stopped in front of the bar maid and I kissed her goodbye
The local saw fire and his face turned red
He threw a bottle at me that just missed my head
Then he charged at me and I took out his feet
And he slipped through the door and into the street
I looked at my shipmate and said some other day
We jumped over the bar and went out the back way
I said to my shipmate Let’s go somewhere else and unwind
He said you’re okay for a Yankee but you’re out of your mind.


Portsmouth, Virginia 1965 on liberty.

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