| On the Cruiser Alabama he was there at the piana
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| Like a fish down in the sea, he would rattle off some harmony
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| Every night out on the ocean he would get that raggy motion
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| Start that syncopated motion lovingly
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| No one could sleep way out there on the deep
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| When Billy cut loose out at sea
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| Each fish and worm… begins to twist & turn
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| The ship goes in a dip and does a corkscrew turn
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| You see that smoke so black sneak from that old smokestack
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| It’s floatin' right up to heaven and it won’t come back
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| Now here and there you’ll see a stool and a chair
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| A-slippin' 'round the cabin sayin' I don’t care
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| Then the hammock starts a-swingin' & the bell begins a-ringin'
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| While he’s sittin' at that piana… there on the Alabama
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| Playin' the Oceana Roll
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| England and Spain, it was always the same
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| He’d be there at the piana on the Cruiser Alabama
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| Every mornin' noon & nite, he would keep it up with all his might
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| Every time he started playin', all the boys would start a-swayin'
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| Everyone would keep on sayin' Don’t You Stop
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| Sailors take care, oh sailors beware
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| For bill will play on 'til you drop
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| Each fish and worm… begins to twist & turn
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| The ship goes in a dip and does a corkscrew turn
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| You see that smoke so black sneak from that old smokestack
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| It’s floatin' right up to heaven and it won’t come back
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| Now here and there you’ll see a stool and a chair
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| A-slippin' 'round the cabin sayin' I don’t care
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| Then the hammock starts a-swingin' & the bell begins a-ringin'
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| While he’s sittin' at that piana… there on the Alabama
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| Playin' the Oceana Roll |