Gentleman Soldier

On the day when the storm was drawing near
There was a crew of dirty swarthy buccaneers
One hundred paces south towards the tallest standing tree
Six feet underground lies the treasure of the queen

A bolt of lightning split the mast and dropped the sail
The heavens split in twain and down came hail
What manner of force has caused this, are we heathens bound for hell?
Or are we but lost souls in the belly of the whale?

We ride, skysail heads into the wind
Avast all dread, for we be not who’ve sinned
Forty-two men corrupt atop a gangplank
Let it not be our hearts that fall to sea

The captain caught the eye of something worse
The seas, they foamed, and raves, and spat, and cursed
A terrible creature rose from the black heart of the waves
Churning, burning, yearning to drag us into our graves

The darkness swallowed all that we could see
Surely this must be some terrible dream
Gone are the skies above us. Gone are the winds and rain
Gone is all our glory, all our lust, and all our pain

We ride, skysail heads into the wind
Avast all dread, for we be not who’ve sinned
Forty-two men corrupt atop a gangplank
Let it not be our hearts that fall to sea

On the day when the storm was drawing near
There lay a crew of dirty swarthy buccaneers
One hundred paces south towards the tallest standing tree
Six feet underground with naught but tales of all their deeds

We ride, skysail heads into the wind
Avast all dread, for we be not who’ve sinned
Forty-two men corrupt atop a gangplank
Let it not be our hearts that fall to sea

We ride, skysail heads into the wind
Avast all dread, for we be not who’ve sinned
Forty-two men corrupt atop a gangplank
Let it not be our hearts that fall to sea

Leviathan

Dreadful Sea Shanties cover Jimmy Driftwood's classic tune about the trials and tribulations of sailing the seas.

Driftwood At Sea

Outlaw country, gritty guitars, rebel attitude, driving beat

Unbound

Verse 1
She don’t talk much ‘bout the days gone wrong,
But her hands start trembling’ when she picks a song.
That old Gibson’s cracked, but it still holds tight,
Like her heart does most nights.

Verse 2
Her voice is a whisper, but it cuts like rain,
Every note soaked in a little pain.
A melody patched with a life lived hard,
Yeah, she’s made of strings and scars.

Chorus
Strings and scars, and a fire that won’t die,
She don’t beg mercy, she don’t ask why.
She just plays it out ‘neath the silver stars,
Yeah, her soul’s tuned up
With strings and scars.

Verse 3
She’s been loved and left, lost and found,
Built her peace from broken sound.
She sings for the souls with old battle scars,
They all carry strings and scars.
Chorus
Strings and scars, and a fire that won’t die,
She don’t beg mercy, she don’t ask why.
She just plays it out ‘neath the silver stars,
Yeah, her soul’s tuned up
With strings and scars.

Bridge
No spotlight needed, no stage too small,
Just six strings singing’ down a barroom wall.
And when she’s gone, they’ll still hear her heart,
In the hum of those strings and scars…

Final Chorus
Strings and scars, and a fire that won’t fade,
A life she lived in the chords she played.
She just played it out ‘neath the silver stars,
Yeah, heaven knows her name—
Strings and scars.--------   please love her one-day she will be gone 

The Witch of the Westmorland

Stan Rogers

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