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Morrison / Krieger 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 goin` 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 for country miles. Singing songs of shady sisters and old time liberty. Songs of love and songs of death And songs to set men free. I`ve got three ships and sixty men, A course for ports unread. I`ll stand at mast, let north winds blow Till 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 litlle girl alive. If I get my hands on a number two, Come back home and marry you, marry you, marry you. All right! Land ho! Yeah, land ho Yeah, land ho Well, if I get back home And I feel all right You know I`m gonna love you tonight Love tonight Love tonight Yeah, land ho! |