RUM RUNNER

Unfurl the sails, boys, put the canvas in the wind
We're a'heading on down to Jamaica once again
Rum runner, gun runner, run from the law 
Run til you die on the wind
Run to your bottle once again

I once had a woman, the best I have known
But the sea came a'calling and I left her alone at home
When I returned she had sailed with the tide
Lost in this bottle that I hold
Lost in the lies that I told

Now steady on the helm, mate, and lookout keep a sharp eye
Batten down the hatches and hoist the main sail high
Break out the colors, run up the Skull and Bones
Keep her turned into the wind
Smuggle your way to the end

	We sail the Gulf currents
	We sail through the wrath of the sea
	We sail through the tempest
	Of long abandoned dreams

	We sail through the women
	Who too soon are gone
	We sail the song of the sea
	The sea is a lonely song

So bend to your labors, you men of the sea
And don't you go wishing for what cannot be
The creak of the timbers is our only home
We're sentenced to sail on the sea
Sentenced to roam endlessley

Unfurl the sails, boys, put the canvas in the wind
We're a'heading on down to Jamaica once again
Rum runner, gun runner, run from the past
Run til you die on the wind
Run to your bottle once again

I'll run til I die on the wind
Run to my bottle, my best friend