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Lyrics

Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea
Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee
He said, "Son, I'm going crazy from livin' on the land
Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sands"

This old man was graceful with silver in his smile
He smoked a briar pipe and he walked four country miles
Singing songs of shady sisters and old time liberty
Songs of love and songs of death and songs to set men free
Yeah!

I've got three ships and sixteen men
A course for ports unread
I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow
'Til half of us are dead
Land ho!

Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill
Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill
If I get my hands on a number five
Gonna skin that little girl alive
If I get my hands on a number two
Come back home and marry you
Marry you, marry you, alright

Eyyy, land ho!
Eyyy, land ho!
Well, if I get back home and I feel alright
You know, babe, I'm gon' love you right
Love you right
Love you right
Eyyy, land ho!
Eyyy, land ho!
Eyyy, land ho!

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SINGLE ART

Italy - Single Cover
Italy - Single Cover

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