Song Lyric
'Fore the sun came, the cobbler and haberdash
Parried me for the wine
Left in stitches electric and sour mash
Had me dressed up in nines
We were dotting our tees and crossing our eyes
Down the dockyard, the bootlegger's ankle stash
Overboarded on time
Green tobacco was weaved into captain's sash
We were hung out to dry
On the line
All things happen in time
When the day broke, a thundering tidal crash
Left no sirens to whine
I struck out, left a pension of crooked cash
Only stole what is mine
