The Last Sailor Man

Under a tropical sky
Where old hurricanes die
She waved a last goodbye
Rolled a cigar on her thigh
Mix it in a salty glass
Two parts rum and a bitter past; out there
And what I am is the last sailor man out there

Lay in the palm of the bay
Watching the fishtails sway
I was gonna drift all day
‘til the wind she come blow me away
Take it with a bite of spice
Molasses wine and some bad advice; out there
And what I am is the last sailor man out there

And what I am is the last sailor man
What I am is the last sailor man
What I am is the last sailor man out there

I would go where I please
Smuggling into the Keys
Running rum on the breeze
A lowlife on the high seas
Havana Joe’s the real McCoy
There’s amberjack, man and bhoy; out there
And what I am is the last sailor man out there

Every devil got a name
Senoirita hurricane
An’ every woman’s the same
Blow you a kiss in the rain
Wild Bonita and Gabrielle
Curse them bella donnas down to hell; out there
And what I am is the last sailor man out there

And what I am is the last sailor man…

© The Last Sailor Man music by Tom Fairnie, words by Tom Fairnie & Bob Shields July 2007