Tekster:
Sailor One Drink Too Many

I went and really spoiled it all By filling up my glass again. (For) one drink too many took the smile right off of her face One lousy drink too many

, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too poor to stay alive. * At

all our flights are grounded, Libby, we'll go to Paris And wish we were back home again Or sailing on the ocean Just a window and a drink To set our

direction and there's no one there to steer Shout out for salvation but there's no one there to hear Cry out supplication for the maelstrom is near Scream out desperation but no one

because i have knelt before a young master in a very private tea ceremony. i watched him move, whisk, wipe, fold, touch, offer, drink, enter, exit, well this one

could make a thousand dollar bet Bobby never failed yet Bout to strike gold Got Big Free on the ones and two Break it down for them one time Chorus:

too would pass Then he knelt to touch the water Where the waves would gently fall Thinking here I touch the ocean And the ocean touches all For from a line of countless sailors

our flights are grounded, Libby, we'll go to Paris And wish we were back home again Or sailing on the ocean Just a window and a drink To set our dreams

because i have knelt before a young master in a very private tea ceremony. i watched him move, whisk, wipe, fold, touch, offer, drink, enter, exit, well this one