High And Dry

(álbum: Sundown - 1974)

With ladylike devotion, she sails the bitter ocean,
if it wasn't for lovesick sailors,
there'd be nothing left but flotsam.

Singing 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 below like bubbles,
while you sip your daily doubles,
if she wasn't so fond of the weather,
she might give the deckhands trouble,

Singing 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,
I found I could not hold her,
she took on a fine young skipper,
who soon ran her up on a boulder.

Singing 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,

Singing 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.