Buccaneer

(albüm: Winners & Boozers - 2013)

I was sitting in an old-school pub
My memories and me
A lot of drinks, a lot of songs
The next round was for free
A man was sitting next to me
His hair was long and grey
He'd lost one eye
One wodden leg and he had much to say
He smoked a lot of cigarrettes
His voice was rough and deep
So many scars upon his face
His skin was thick and weak

He was the old buccaneer and he said:
"My friend, come on over, lend an ear"
He was the old buccaneer
My friend, come on over, lend an ear

He told me stories 'bout his life
So many fights and girls
So many kisses
So much booze and so much gold and pearls
He looked upon a yellowed map
His fingers on a place
He said: "This is my gift to you"
And looked into my face

He was the old buccaneer and he said:
"My friend, come on over, lend an ear"
He was the old buccaneer
My friend, come on over, lend an ear

So we went on
The whole night through
We drank from dusk till dawn
As I woke up
The sky went blue
The grey old man was gone
I lay beside the kitchen door
My head was sick and weird
His words remained inside my mind
So cruel, beloved and feared

He was the old buccaneer and he said:
"My friend, come on over, lend an ear"
He was the old buccaneer
My friend, come on over, lend an ear

He was the old buccaneer and he said:
"My friend, come on over, lend an ear"
He was the old buccaneer
My friend, come on over, lend an ear