| In bed with my woman, just singin' the blues,
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| Heard the radio tellin' the news:
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| That the big Red Army took a hundred towns,
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| And Allies droppin' them two-ton bombs.
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| Started hollerin', yellin', dancin' up and down like a bullfrog!
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| Doorbell rung and in come a man,
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| I signed my name, I got a telegram.
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| Said, «If you wanna take a vacation trip,
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| Got a dish-washin' job on a Liberty ship.»
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| Woman a-cryin', me a-flyin', out the door and down the line!
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| 'Bout two minutes I run ten blocks,
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| I come to my ship, down at the dock;
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| Walked up the plank, and I signed my name,
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| Blowed that whistle, was gone again!
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| Right on out and down the stream, ships as fur as my eye could see,
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| woman a-waitin'.
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| Ship loaded down with TNT
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| All out across the rollin' sea;
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| Stood on the deck, watched the fishes swim,
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| I’se a-prayin' them fish wasn’t made out of tin.
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| Sharks, porpoises, jellybeans, rainbow trouts, mudcats, jugars, all over that
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| water.
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| This convoy’s the biggest I ever did see,
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| Stretches all the way out across the sea;
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| And the ships blow the whistles and a-rang her bells,
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| Gonna blow them fascists all to hell!
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| Win some freedom, liberty, stuff like that.
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| Walked to the tail, stood on the stern,
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| Lookin' at the big brass screw blade turn;
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| Listened to the sound of the engine pound,
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| Gained sixteen feet every time it went around.
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| Gettin' closer and closer, look out, you fascists.
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| I’m just one of the merchant crew,
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| I belong to the union called the N. M. U.
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| I’m a union man from head to toe,
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| I’m U. S. A. and C. I. O.
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| Fightin' out here on the waters to win some freedom on the land. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talking Sailor, artist - Woody Guthrie. Album song Hard Travelin', The Asch Recordings, Vol. 3, in the genre Кантри