[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:07.64]I grew up in the scantling yards of Wheeling West Virginia [00:14.22]A wheelhouse cub looking for an open door [00:19.33]In the packet ways a Sweeney wed the keel of my Bonita [00:26.00]Just two months from her timbers til she moored [00:31.42]I paid the fare in billet on her maiden voyage to Vicksburg [00:37.57]And talked my way to hand the tiller on the course [00:43.32]In her planks I carved a notch [00:45.49]And sealed the vow “Be my Bonita” [00:49.29]And her dowry was my life between the shores [00:55.04]I was born with rouging ways [00:57.40]And she steered me like a woman [01:01.13]From the port calls [01:03.18]And the bawds that lead me stray [01:06.60]The calliope serenades [01:09.34]Made the old towns come running [01:12.51]And the boys would gamble shards to pull her chains [01:18.56]The striker's boast would fain me loss [01:21.55]About the wrecks the shoals were keeping [01:25.01]And how the old girl's got poor Billy's ransom saved [01:54.81]On the lake at Bistineau she set the wharf at Dixie [02:01.33]With a thousand bales of cotton on her main [02:06.56]As the great raft disappeared [02:09.20]The watermark went sinking [02:12.77]And she was stuck right hard [02:15.01]A listing on the bank [02:18.71]With the furnace still a blaze [02:21.15]I stood my last upon her [02:25.13]Then climbed the prow [02:26.93]And took a landsman's trade [02:30.72]“A derelict now Milady” [02:33.05]Said the watch log I've concorded [02:36.82]“Have the bosun sound us eight bells for the change” [02:42.49]Cause I was born with rouging ways [02:44.97]And she steered me like a woman [02:49.03]From the port calls [02:50.45]And the bawds that lead me stray [02:53.90]The calliope serenades [02:56.93]Made the old towns come running [03:00.97]And the boys would gamble shards to pull her chains [03:05.98]And I would take to wider walks [03:08.79]So the gin I stopped a drinking [03:13.07]At three scores aloft this crooked frame [03:17.91]The striker's boast would fain me loss [03:20.92]About the wrecks the shoals were keeping [03:24.57]And how the old girl's got poor Billy's ransom saved
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:07.64]I grew up in the scantling yards of Wheeling West Virginia
[00:14.22]A wheelhouse cub looking for an open door
[00:19.33]In the packet ways a Sweeney wed the keel of my Bonita
[00:26.00]Just two months from her timbers til she moored
[00:31.42]I paid the fare in billet on her maiden voyage to Vicksburg
[00:37.57]And talked my way to hand the tiller on the course
[00:43.32]In her planks I carved a notch
[00:45.49]And sealed the vow “Be my Bonita”
[00:49.29]And her dowry was my life between the shores
[00:55.04]I was born with rouging ways
[00:57.40]And she steered me like a woman
[01:01.13]From the port calls
[01:03.18]And the bawds that lead me stray
[01:06.60]The calliope serenades
[01:09.34]Made the old towns come running
[01:12.51]And the boys would gamble shards to pull her chains
[01:18.56]The striker's boast would fain me loss
[01:21.55]About the wrecks the shoals were keeping
[01:25.01]And how the old girl's got poor Billy's ransom saved
[01:54.81]On the lake at Bistineau she set the wharf at Dixie
[02:01.33]With a thousand bales of cotton on her main
[02:06.56]As the great raft disappeared
[02:09.20]The watermark went sinking
[02:12.77]And she was stuck right hard
[02:15.01]A listing on the bank
[02:18.71]With the furnace still a blaze
[02:21.15]I stood my last upon her
[02:25.13]Then climbed the prow
[02:26.93]And took a landsman's trade
[02:30.72]“A derelict now Milady”
[02:33.05]Said the watch log I've concorded
[02:36.82]“Have the bosun sound us eight bells for the change”
[02:42.49]Cause I was born with rouging ways
[02:44.97]And she steered me like a woman
[02:49.03]From the port calls
[02:50.45]And the bawds that lead me stray
[02:53.90]The calliope serenades
[02:56.93]Made the old towns come running
[03:00.97]And the boys would gamble shards to pull her chains
[03:05.98]And I would take to wider walks
[03:08.79]So the gin I stopped a drinking
[03:13.07]At three scores aloft this crooked frame
[03:17.91]The striker's boast would fain me loss
[03:20.92]About the wrecks the shoals were keeping
[03:24.57]And how the old girl's got poor Billy's ransom saved
