BOTTLE SONG (Rollin’ Home To You) The clouds are turnin purple black / There’s a storm a-comin soon I’m standin sentry up on deck / Under a malicious moon There’s a carpet on the nervous sea / Of mouldy green and blue Oh, I’d like to know if he’s takin me Rollin home to you Since we went past them Virgin Isles / There’s been no land in sight Jog-trot’s eatin miles ‘n’ miles / And the crew began to fight Then they cut the rationed booze again / Though there’s less ‘n’ less to do So I started talkin to the wind That’s rollin home to you I been a sailor all my life / Maybe due to a restless soul Yet I settled down & took a wife / As if my ship’s tied to the mole Seems it’s always one too many a wage / For a sailor to come through Once the sea will write that last of page That’s rollin home to you Them clouds are whirlin faster now / Well, I guess it won’t take long That bottle which I saved somehow / Is pretty almost done I’m a-gonna call me comrades soon / For a sailor’s home bound trip Driven by that malicious moon / And the longing’s whip Gonna throw that bottle into the sea So soon I’ll be there too Hopin one of us will be Rollin home to you © 2011
