Lying in the gutter
I cut the cord from my mother
She pat me on the head and say
"Go to sea, boy, get to sea, man"
Barbara O'Reilly
She come into my house
Trouble, trouble, trouble
Go to sea, boy, get to sea, man
My luck in the gutter black
I guess I'm running back to you
You in my brain, you in my heart
You in my brain, you in my heart
Long wind jammers
Sailing on the oceans
The cold breeze blowing, yeah
Go to sea, man, son, don't come back
My luck in the gutter black
I guess I'm running back to you
You in my brain, you in my heart
You in my brain, you in my heart
Lying in the gutter
I cut the cord from my mother
She pat me on the head and say
"Go to sea, boy, get to sea, man"
My luck in the gutter black
I guess I'm running back
My luck in the gutter black
I guess I'm running back
My luck in the gutter black
I guess I'm running back to you
You in my brain, you in my heart
You in my brain, you in my heart
You in my brain, you in my heart
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