She's Ship Shape

Out on the lake with a gambler’s grin,
The cards would fly, the chips would spin.
Supposed to steer clear of the rum at night,
But the captain poured, so it felt right.

Seven days work, no weekend shore,
Painted the deck, then chipped some more.
A sunrise show on the starboard side,
With coffee strong and frozen pride.

Yo-ho-ho, we roll and sway,
Ship shape, slightly late each day.
From bow to stern, we joke and mend,
A sailor’s song that never ends.

Hit Thunder Bay, then Newfoundland,
The wind so tough, it slapped my hand.
In Sault Ste. Marie, that one lone gate—
Could never escape, just dock and wait.

At Welland Canal, we’d run ashore,
Eight hours free, then back once more.
Shopping, laughing, sailor’s spree,
Land legs shaking clumsily.

Yo-ho-ho, we roll and sway,
Ship shape, slightly late each day.
From bow to stern, we joke and mend,
A sailor’s song that never ends.

On porches high or scaffold low,
We scrubbed till the steel would shine and glow.
Hosed down cargo, swept the floor,
Always something, never a chore.

In Montréal, I lost my place,
Boarded a ship with a stranger’s face.
Tried my key—he said, “Not here!”
Turns out my bunk was far, not near!

Yo-ho-ho, we roll and sway,
Ship shape, slightly late each day.
From bow to stern, we joke and mend,
A sailor’s song that never ends.

We laughed all night till the horn would blow,
“Next port’s yours,” he’d let me know.
Taxi’d in dawn’s cold silver gleam,
Chasing my ship like a half-woke dream.

So here’s to the mates, the crew, the sea,
The drinks, the laughs, the liberty.
A life afloat, no time to rest,
But wouldn’t trade it for the best.

Yo-ho-ho, we roll and sway,
Ship shape, slightly late each day.
From bow to stern, we joke and mend,
A sailor’s song that never ends.

Every rope and wave’s a friend,
Every trip will twist or bend.
If I missed my ship again,
I’d just start singing till the end!

Yo-ho-ho, we roll and sway,
Ship shape, slightly late each day.
From bow to stern, we joke and mend,
A sailor’s song that never ends.
Yo-ho-ho, we roll and sway,
Ship shape, slightly late each day.
From bow to stern, we joke and mend,
A sailor’s song that never ends.
From bow to stern, we joke and mend,
A sailor’s song that never ends.

swamp rock with strong rock and roll, harmonica, humerous Melody tune,
Deep bass and drums 
Male singers