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Four Hours Lyrics - Artist : Longest Johns, The
Come me boys and heave with me
Let's get off this curs-ed sea Let's be home to lovers and wives And leave behind these four hour lives (Four Hours) Workin' on the swell (Four Hours) Sloggin' in the rain (Four Hours) Workin' to the bell (Then Four Hours) 'Til it starts again Come me boys and heave with me The wind's my friend and my enemy It carries me home but it must be tamed Everything lost or everything gained (Four Hours) Workin' on the swell (Four Hours) Sloggin' in the rain (Four Hours) Workin' to the bell (Then Four Hours) 'Til it starts again Come me boys and heave with me Got scabrous hands and bloody knees When the bell tolls, I'll go below My hands will callous and my strength will grow (Four Hours) Workin' on the swell (Four Hours) Sloggin' in the rain (Four Hours) Workin' to the bell (Then Four Hours) 'Til it starts again Come me boys and heave away Soaked and heavy heaving under the spray Will I ever shed this salt on my brow? Better the dust from under my plow (Four Hours) Workin' on the swell (Four Hours) Sloggin' in the rain (Four Hours) Workin' to the bell (Then Four Hours) 'Til it starts again When I'm back in Bristol town I'll buy my love a silken gown We'll lie in each others arms and rest Until that bell sounds in my chest (Four Hours) Workin' on the swell (Four Hours) Sloggin' in the rain (Four Hours) Workin' to the bell (Then Four Hours) 'Til it starts again Four Hours Haulin' on the sheets! Four Hours Keepin' our feet! Four Hours Wrap me in the shroud Then Four Hours Lay me in the ground |
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