I'll tell you bout my night on shore if you will lend an ear
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I stepped into a cabaret to get myself a beer
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A pretty girl sat all alone and needed company
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But when I got close this girll a rose this is what she said to me
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Now she said whoa sailor be careful what you do
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In your eye there's a gleam and to me it seems your just like all the rest
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With a wolfish eye and a line that's sly then a salior's at his best
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[ steel ]
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Now look here babe you've got me wrong I'm not that kinda guy
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I just got back from across the seas where there are no gals arie
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Now let me talk to you a while I'm sure you'll see my way
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But when I went to spout she turned about this is what she had to say
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Now she said whoa sailor I've heard that line before
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You'll look into my eyes and tell me lies and tales of the seven seas
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But a sailor's full of that kinda bull so don't hand it to me
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[ steel ]
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Oh pretty girl you've let me down you've broken my poor heart
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And oh how it hurt when you had to spurt that last sad remark
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I said I think I'll have a drink and I broke out six month's pay
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With a wide open eyes she breathed a sigh this time she had to say
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Now she said whoa sailor I think you've won my heart
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Well she was right neat and she sure was sweet but I knew she was that sort
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But she's not all to blame cause it's a sailor's aim to have a girl in every port
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Whoa Sailor
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| Hank Thompson |
