High & Dry - Gordon Lightfoot

    With a lady-like devotion
    She sails the bitter ocean
    If it wasn't for lovesick sailors
    There'd be nothin' left but flotsam
    Singin' why me oh my
    Is there a better man than I
    I hope you find your way back home
    Before you're lyin' high and dry
    I hope you find your way back home
    Before you die

    Her sails blow like bubbles
    While ya sip yer daily doubles
    If she wasn't so fond of the weather
    She might give the deckhands trouble
    Singin' why me oh my
    Is there a better man than I
    I hope you find your way back home
    Before you're lyin' high and dry
    I hope you find your way back home
    Before you die

    One day when I grew older
    And I found I could not hold her
    She took on a fine young skipper
    Who soon run her up on a boulder
    Singin' why me oh my
    Is there a better man than I
    I hope you find your way back home
    Before you're lyin' high and dry
    I hope you find your way back home
    Before you die

    Now the pleasures of the harbor
    Don't include a lady barber
    If it wasn't for Long John Silver
    All of us pirates would've been martyrs
    Singin' why me oh my
    Is there a better man than I
    I hope you find your way back home
    Before you're lyin' high and dry
    I hope you find your way back home
    Before you're lyin' high and dry
    I hope you find your way back home
    Before you die

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    Marco Giunco
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