Lyrics Land Ho! - The Doors

Land Ho!

Grandma love a sailor who sailed the frozen sea.
Grandpa was a whaler And he took me on his knee.
He said, «Son, I’m going crazy From livin' on the land.
Got to find my shipmates And walk on foreign sands.»
This old man was graceful With silver in his smile.
He smoked a briar pipe and He walked four country miles.
Singing songs of shady sisters And old time liberty.
Songs of love and songs of death And songs to set men free.
Yea!
I’ve got three ships and sixteen men, A course for ports unread.
I’ll stand at mast, let north winds blow Till half of us are dead.
Land ho!
Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill, Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill.
If I get my hands on a number five, Gonna skin that litlle girl alive.
If I get my hand on a number two, Come back home and marry you, marry
You, marry you.
Alright!
Land ho!