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Gentleman Soldier

The Desert Rose Band-One Step Forward.mp3

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

lost a ship on raging seas

Darlene you put the mean in those Daisy Duke Jeans

Darlene (Remastered)

Revised original for better vocals

To Mary Jo
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath
artificially enhanced using SUNO

Lyrics

There's a cemetery on the hill
that contains my next of kin,
and some were fat, and some were thin,
and that’s all I remember of them,
And I walk among their stones without a thought,
On my way to my Mary Jo’s plot.

And I spread a blanket near her stone,
And I lay a red rose down,
Then I sit and talk of our son,
How’s he been doing all year ‘til now.
And I tell her what’s important,
And what she’d needs to hear
And if I miss something,
Oh well, there’s always next year.

And the first year I told her he walked,
As one would expect,
But his first words were mama, not dada,
And he did it to show her respect,
And his second year he was trouble,
And I was glad she wasn’t around,
And in the third I disciplined him in anger,
And I wasn’t very proud.

And his fourth and fifth were happy,
All he did was play
Then he cried going into first grade,
and I really wanted him to stay,
And then on and on through little league,
and up to seventh grade,
and his girlfriends made me sad,
And it made him feel dismayed
But High School I let him go
To choose his path to walk,
But he still asked my advice about life and such
And we had real times of talk.
Then the dreaded day came,
When he asked if he could drive,
And I made a face, but still paid his course
And thank God he’s still alive.

And today I want to tell you,
Our boy graduated this week,
he looked so nice in his cap and gown,
so grown up now,
you'd be so proud,
and he graduated with honors,
He's so smart,
just like you were,
So proud, Mary Jo,
so proud.

Now Mary Jo it’s getting cold up here,
And I need to be heading down,
But I’ll return again next year, my love,
To let you know all our son’s doings above this ground.

There's a cemetery on the hill
that contains our next of kin,
and some were fat, and some were thin,
and that’s what people remember of them,
But a woman who died before her son
could open his eyes to see her,
Has been kept abreast by the man she loved
Of the things her son’s endured.

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