6.Papa
Well my Papa was a fisherman
And he fished the deep blue sea
Well he home-made some fine blackberry nip
And he'd always pause and nip on me
Well he smelled like black-tarred fishing nets
Oh tiger belly growl
Well he was my good Papa
But he be bones now
Granddaddy was a sailor
And he sailed from far across the sea
Well he did talk some kind of funny
But it never did bother me
When he spoke about his homeland
'Twas with a sad and furrowed brow
No more tears, Granddaddy
You just be bones now
Well I look now at my father
And his black hair's all gone grey
And the strong arms that did carry me
Well they're now withering away
Lay down your burdens, Papa
Won't you come sit with me at home
We've got to spend some time together
Before we just be bones
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