Saltwater Blues

歌詞

La La La La .... La La La La Oh, I just have a letter from my mom today, And I'll tell you some things that she said: Oh, the way things are going down here now, Me, son, I think we be better off dead. Well, it's true that you haven't been home in a while But I'm going to tell you the news: Oh, the fish is froze and plants are all closed, And they all got the saltwater blues. La La La La .... La La La La Now I haven't wrote to my mom in a while, But last Sunday I gave her a call; I can tell by this letter she pretty upset, 'Cause I said I'm going home in the fall. She said, if I were you I would stay where you're to, 'Cause there nothing down here only flus; And your father in bed with a pain in his head, Or it could be the saltwater blues. La La La La .... La La La La Well, your uncle went fishing last Wednesday And told me he going try it again, 'Cause when he came back and open his sack He had fill it right to the brim. Oh, they weren't gone long, they went up to big pond, Where they fish in their little canoes; Now without any doubt they caught pretty big trout, The one call the saltwater blues. La La La La .... La La La La I went to a dance in Placentia last night Where supper was held for the mayor, But when it was over and supper was serve Everybody thought it was unfair. Oh, the people were sad and the mayor got mad, Because there was no fish an' brewis; The excuse that they had, the potatoes went bad, The ones call the saltwater blues. La La La La .... La La La La Oh, your grandfather went to the doctor today, But I think everything is okay; He told him to buy some cod liver oil, And his pains they will all go away. But you know he can't find any cod liver oil, And I think he got into the booze; And he also in bed with the pain in his head, Or it could be the saltwater blues. La La La La .... La La La La Oh, your brother got pick up for drinking last night, I'm gone crazy, I swear to me God; They say his car stunk when they open his trunk, Now they charge him with boot-legging cod. Oh, but sometimes I wish that we could get some fish, And I'm tired of them old rabbit stews: Rabbits and puffins with bakeapple jam, All boil up with them saltwater blues. La La La La .... La La La La Oh, a strange bunch of fellows pass by here today, They were all wearing scarves on their heads; They stood on the waterfront, signing some papers, And talking with premier Clyde Wells. They stood on the key, pointing out at the sea, And I'll tell you my point of view: That it won't be too long till our oil will be gone, To them fellows in saltwater blues. La La La La .... La La La La