Fifty six I sailed aboard
A ship called Byron One
She's carried trawler men on deck
And a harpoon whaling gun
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Oh you trawlermen, come on
Forget your snapper and your prawn...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Richard Shindell
Island life does have its charms
The constant sun, the steady breeze
Nothing ever happens here
Few are those who do not fall beneath the spell
It's language is an orphan branch
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Artist - Richard Shindell
The grocer's broom, back and forth
Glides across the warn wooden floor
He stirs the dust of the day
Counts the change before closing the drawer
Thirty years out the door
Becau...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Richard Shindell
I sold my old Camaro
I sold my fishing boat
A friend said he would cosign
On a small commercial loan
So I shopped around until I found
A rig within my means
I put fifteen tho...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Richard Shindell
I saw them standing in the rain
Out on 7th Avenue
He held her tight, like she might fall
If he let go
He helped her in, he shut the door
Our eyes met in the mirror
"To Englewood...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Richard Shindell
It's the middle of the night
Near the Indiana line
I'm pulling in a Christian station
The signal's crystal clear
But I cannot really hear
What he says about the Revelation
I ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Richard Shindell
I was proud to be the soldier
I had been since '83
When I joined to pay for college
Like my brothers before me
I was proud to serve my country
And to be a fine Marine
But pri...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Richard Shindell
Let's not drive away just yet
Give me a moment more
To walk through those rooms again
To walk through that door
If we turn off the radio
I've only to close my eyes
And the ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Richard Shindell
The beach at Newcomb Hollow
The last days of August
The other side of low tide
The sun is high, the sun is high
We're kneeling in the wet sand
Stopping up a wall breach
Quick, b...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Richard Shindell
The merge from the turnpike was murder, but it's never a cinch
It was Friday at five, and no one was giving an inch
They squeezed and the edged and they glared
Half them clearly...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Richard Shindell