High & Dry

With a lady like devotion She sails the bitter ocean If it wasn't for lovesick sailors There'd be nothin' left but flotsam Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I? You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry You find your way back home before you die Her sails blow like bubbles While ya sip your daily doubles If she wasn't so fond of the weather She might give the deckhands trouble Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I? You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry I hope you find your way back home before you die One day as I grew older And I found I could not hold her She took on a fine young skipper Who soon run her up on a boulder Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I? You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry I hope you find your way back home before you die And now, the pleasures of the harbor Don't include a lady barber If it wasn't for long John Silver All of us pirates would've been martyrs Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I? You find your way back home before you're lyin' high and dry I hope you find your way back home before you die High and dry I hope you find your way back home before you die