Martin Purvis - The Drunk Buccaneer Lyrics

Out for the count at the side of the road
He'll be counting out dough for the bread that he owed
He aims for the water but falls on the beers
There's no-one to dry off those drunken old tears
He's met by a lather of judging peers
A pint or two later, it all disappears
He talked to a pitcher, a bottle of red
If I took a guess then I'd bet that he'd said
If I were a sailor then you'd be the sea
You would go journeying around there with me
I'd follow you shipwrecked, you'd sink into me
You'd be the death of me
You'd be the death of me
You'd be the death of me
Sir, can you spare me a dime for my hand
But that man he just looks on he don't understand
His own solution is clear like the rain
He will pour out that poison that's causing his pain
And he swears to the gods that he won't drink again
But he changes his mind and he runs to the drain
He talked to a pitcher, a bottle of red
If I took a guess then I'd bet that he'd said
If I were a sailor then you'd be the sea
You would go journeying around there with me
I'd follow you shipwrecked, you'd sink into me
You'd be the death of me
You'd be the death of me
You'd be the death of me
You'd be the death of me
You'd be the death of me
You'd be the death of me
You'd be the death of me
You'd be the death of me