| Seaman's Blues |
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| On my way to Italy from the Gulf of Mexico |
| Riding on a tanker, feeling mighty low |
| My good gal’s behind me, no loving for so long |
| I’m going back to Texas, for that’s where I belong |
| Nights are so lonely on the ocean |
| To much time to dream of yesterday |
| If only I could carry out my notion |
| And hit the trail for Texas right away |
| I never thought I was leaving |
| I could get so blue out on the sea |
| But I’ll bet you after all this grieving |
| Its that good old Texas soil for me |
