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A sailor's wage is never high We'll haul 'em high and we'll haul 'em low We'll bust their blocks and away we'll go Oh, why does everyone love me so? Because
Salty Sam is the harbour dog, by the sea he earns his wage Working on the briny docks, where the sailors like to trade He pulls the ropes
Or a man of wealth and fame? Or is he one of our sailor lads Come tell me now his name. He is no Lord nor Duke nor knight Nor a man of wealth or fame.
parents high as kites? What's, what's, what's going to happen to the tots? Life today's neurotic, a ceaseless battle we wage Millions are spent
and begorrah and begob I can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob 'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native home After helping them
a cannery I was a pirate, c prospector, a sailor Earning my crust of bread With my own labor Then I went a hobo-ing ccross this great wide land Riding
baby Just let me add a little bit of muscle, baby Joint venture, we'll partner up until the shares are up And I up your wages On a private island,
baby Just let me add a little bit of muscle, baby Joint venture, we'll partner up until the shares are up And I up your wages On a private island,
Pain of hunger's growing stronger The wages are gone, can't wait no longer I have to sign on under every flag If I want to live, I have to fag
That has helped 100 000 lost sailors find the beaches Find the beaches I said a weekly wage is an addiction It's so much worse than any drug You're
The Pelican's Wife was a mostly drunken sailor Gave us a fright She was not supposed to be here When she came out She made us all And the banks
legged sailor and they lived on the skids He drank all wages and went into rages and beat up the kids So Wanda went wandering down the avenue Boys
your freedom wage Shake it for me baby Lord Am I your freedom Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa She said yeah to me then she walk away Am I not
Let me tell you of a sailor, Harry Bridges is his name An honest union leader who the bosses tried to frame He left home in Australia to sail
thought Riding with a real bad bitch call her sailor she go through phases Walk on the beat just to float on to stages how he go dumb but he so educated
like the treacherous 3 nerds My seasick sailor legs Mama I wanna sing and I ain't too proud to beg Egg me on, yolk face Before I made music, no dates Now
lead on the page Wind comes up, night comes down My favorite person left this town Barely feelin' minimum wage lead on the page It felt so good to see
dense Cause, I never been afraid of failure I'm way to brave like a navy sailor I don't stop till I'm conquering the big things in my head I'm
and begorrah and begob I can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob 'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native home After helping them
you anywhere in this jalopy We can talk until the saints go marching in Did you show them all the wages I been saving? I could sell the truck and work
built for ice Would surely suffice On the journey to southern perdition "Men wanted for hazardous journey Small wages, bitter cold Long months
Out in the harbour at the end of the day I sit in my boat watch the light fade away I think of the sailors that I used to know And the seas that we
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