A Sailor’s Road

By:  Garland Davis

This coffee sure tastes good this morning,

The mid watch seemed like it would never end

But I woke with a smile, though I barely even closed my eyes

I just get on up and face another day

I got my old white hat,

And my worn out shoes,

And a cruiser I wouldn’t trade for gold,

Somedays are hard, it’s a sailor’s road

Smoke from the stack is calling,

Smell of burnt oil is on the wind

But you gotta be tough

Cut a way through the sea and storm,

Feel so good should be a sin.

I got my old white hat,

And my worn out shoes,

And a cruiser I wouldn’t trade for gold,

Someday are hard, it’s a sailor’s road