Molasses to Rum

Bug bites
Underneath street lights
That foreshadow the rain
As the Atlantic swells and
..
As if it owns this place
Mariah can't walk
Without small talk
Advice or a lie
Well he swears he's a sailor
But he's not even a swimmer
And I can't say because I see him on my way
To the water every day

Well the country song
Is a country song
I swear Saint Francis, he would have
Sang along
How'd he landed
In [?]
And what the fire wrote
Home with me
Quacker's pay serves as
Slave traders
They all made their claim
As the island's song
Bronze the hair of their young
Like molasses to Rum