| The very own Marie Celeste
|
| Never was an easy ride
|
| She stood somebody so proud
|
| Couldn’t trust no more if he tried
|
| Right now the hatches in the twilight
|
| Strike a flag of dignity
|
| Now the captain wants to lead me to the gallo
|
| Or find me for mutiny
|
| What’s the use, man, I ain’t got a dime
|
| I ain’t got money on your name
|
| Say ain’t got none of mine
|
| No one said it would be easy
|
| But my God, how we tried
|
| Some of them cruel and crazy
|
| Some of them just dead inside
|
| You drove some good men to the bottom
|
| For some of them tore a hole in their pride
|
| So what’s the use, man, you know we ain’t got a dime
|
| I ain’t got money on your name
|
| Say ain’t got none of mine
|
| No, I ain’t got no money into your name
|
| Say I ain’t got none of mine
|
| Sailing on these earned waters
|
| The longer than I can recall
|
| We set sail believing
|
| You was all for one and one for all
|
| This time I jump ship and here for drowling
|
| Unless you want to drown us all
|
| So what’s the use, man, you know I ain’t got a dime
|
| I ain’t got money in your name
|
| Say I ain’t got none of mine
|
| No, I ain’t got money into your name
|
| Said I ain’t got none of mine
|
| No, I ain’t got no money into your name
|
| Say I ain’t got nones of mine |