Sailor’s Son

And the ocean ain't too wide
To sit here by my side
Or to let me know
When you come and go, you come and go

And the atlas ain't too round
To sail into the sound
Where I sit with you
And hear a yawn or two
Of the waves and the dark
Of the waves and the sharks
Just a few

To the sailor that I never knew
Who traded all his kin for booze
And whores and all your troubles with the line

Like fish are never saved by hooks
A sinner can't be saved by a book
With stories of a man who made the world

Oh, so pray upon your fear
And know that I won't be here
I won't be here

But what's did can't be undone
Now this sailor's son
Has left here with his liquor and his gun