The Pirates Of Stone County Road - John Stewart
Henry! It's gettin' t'wards supper time , ya know. Henry!
There she calls from her second floor room,
The end of a back porch afternoon
Where we'd stand on the bows of our own man-of-war.
No longer the back porch anymore.
And we'd sail pullin' for China.
The pirates of Stone County Road all weathered and blown,
And we'd sail ever in glory,
'Til hungry and tired the pirates of Stone County Road
Were turnin' for home.
Henry! You'd better be gettin' on up to bed now, don't ya know, Henry!
There she calls from her high wicker chair,
As I climb to my room up the stairs
Where the wind through the shutters sends the mainsail to fall
From the bedpost on the wall.
Henry!Can you hear me, Henry. Are you up there, Henry! Henry.