For those who miss the ocean, and their home.. A little something light.
THE SALTY DOG
Now, whenever I get the notion,
that I miss being near, the ocean,
I just head downtown,
to a bar called the “Salty Dog”.
You know, it’s nowhere near salt water,
but it’s my rock of Gibraltar,
’cause there are many like it,
where I come from.
Yeah, I grew up on Cape Cod,
where me and my dad, with our fishin’ rods,
would try to catch those stripers,
when they’d run.
I remember the day he told me,
“son, if you go to sea, go boldly.”
So, I spent some time in the Navy,
way back when.
Now, I’ve been so many places,
and I’ve seen so many faces,
and the “Salty Dog” brings back,
fond memories of them.
It’s owned by Vincent Gill,
but, he’s known as Captain Bill.
And just why that is,
is still a mystery.
He’s got a male dog he calls Gerty,
he’s got a parrot, that talks dirty,
and that bird knows words,
that even embarrass me.
It’s got that seacoast feelin’,
fishin’ nets, on the ceilin’,
and the restrooms are for the use,
of buoys and gulls.
And there’s a ship’s bell, that he rings,
when it’s time for the band to sing.
And he needs it ’cause the ‘Dog’,
is never dull.
Yes, now I’m out here on the plains,
but, the ocean’s still in my veins.
And I know I’m gonna,
see it once again.
Yeah, I know for sure one day,
I’m gonna up and sail away.
But I’ll hang out at,
the “Salty Dog” til then.
With the Captain and the parrot,
and my friends.
Yeah, the Captain and that parrot,
are my friends.
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