If I were a Sailor

If I were a sailor
Like my grandpa Joe
I’d sail the ocean winds
And to the whole world go

Though I’d be below the decks

Working hand and fist to bone

Morning, noon and night

For a devil’s life to atone

I’d meet the fancy ladies

In Tahiti and Brazilian slums

I’d drink in far flung ports

and fight ‘till morning comes

Then slink back on board the boat

To rest my weary head

And sail on to another destination

and do it all again