drink

Came of age in the bayou
learning how to wrestle with the rain
cut my teeth in the throat of the gulf
driving thru the sweat and the pain
Working by the ghost of the wheelhouse
Clawing at my shore leave ink
Eyes burned open, salty dog grin
Trying to make a living in the drink
I love her so
But now I long
To make my way home
Ship come in for a short time
Seeing my lady, Mary May
Picking flowers to surprise her
From the roadside, along the way
What do I spy in the distance
Legs start shaking at the knee
That woman hanging on another man's neck
Guess my ship's lost at sea oh
I loved her so
But now I'm back
Living in this drink alone