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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