| we’re taking on water diesel and stores
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| laying up awhile before i’m back on board
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| they’re patching her up to go fishing again
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| fishing again
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| they’re welding her rudder scrubbing her keel
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| scars on her belly need time to heal
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| in the dock
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| with the trawlermen
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| i know all the people there’s nobody new
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| soon we’ll be leaving with the same old crew
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| on the green water the tumbling sea
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| they ain’t running like the good old days
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| time’s just slipping down the old slipways
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| in the dock so dear to me dark is the night i need a guiding light
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| to keep me from foundering
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| on the rocks my only prayer
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| is just to see you there at the end
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| of my wandering back in the dock
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| i could use a layoff getting my strength back
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| but there’s a loan to pay off and a few skipjack
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| so it’s a turnaround back in the southerly wind
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| southerly wind
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| pirates coming in to steal our gold
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| you can count yourself lucky with a profit in the hold
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| in the dock when we come in dark is the night i need a guiding light
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| to keep me from foundering
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| on the rocks my only prayer
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| is just to see you there at the end
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| of my wandering back in the dock |