For the Drunks and the Loons, Extended
He spent his nights on the rolling seas
Eating half-raw fish and moldy cheese
He'd float into town about twice a year
To see some old friends and drink a little beer
He played an old guitar with worn-out strings
With callused fingers, he could make it ring
And he knew every song that'd ever been played
And sung them all whenever he stayed
I met the old man when I was just a boy
Strumming a six-string that was just a toy
He took it from my hand and showed me a chord
He came back the next day and showed me one more
In a few weeks, I went looking around
But the old man had sailed for the next coastal town
So I took the two chords and learned a few tunes
And I played on the streets for the drunks and the loons.
Sing a song for me Captain , sing a song before you go,
Sing a song for the sailors sailing with the morning glow.
Sing a song for the men working the docks late at night
Sing a song for the mothers who hold their babies tight.
Sing a song for me Captain, sing a song before you sail
Sing a song for me Captain another story you can tale.
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