Old Zeb

歌詞

I'm not tired of the wind, I'm not weary of the sea But they've probably had a bellyful of a damned old coot like me So I'm going ashore, and she's bound for better days But I'll see her tops'l flying when I come down off the ways Oh, Rosie, get my Sunday shoes Gertie, get my walking cane We'll take another walk to see Old Alice sail again If I had a nickel for every man I used to know Who could load three cord of wood aboard in half an hour or so Who could get on sail by hauling, instead of donkeying around I'd be the poorest coasterman this side of Edgartown Oh, Rosie, get my Sunday shoes Gertie, get my walking cane We'll take another walk to see Old Alice sail again Any fool can work an engine, takes brains to work a sail And I never see no steamer get much good out of a gale You can go and pay your taxes on the rationed gas you get But at least for me the wind is free, and they haven't run out yet Oh, Rosie, get my Sunday shoes Gertie, get my walking cane We'll take another walk to see Old Alice sail again If I get back to her, I'd treat her just the same I'd jibe her when I want to, boys, and sail in the freezing rain I'd park the old dear on the beach and go dancing in the town 'Cause a man that's born for hanging, ain't likely to get drowned Oh, Rosie, get my Sunday shoes Gertie, get my walking cane We'll take another walk to see Old Alice sail again I'm not tired of the wind, I'm not weary of the sea But they've probably had a bellyful of a damned old coot like me So I'm going ashore, and she's bound for better days But I'll see her tops'l flying when I come down off the ways Oh, Rosie, get my Sunday shoes Gertie, get my walking cane We'll take another walk to see Old Alice sail again We'll take another walk to see Old Alice sail again