A pitbull tattoo, one good eye of blue
These ropes are all knotted
I'm a sailor who wandered a
little too far from the sea
Did they raise up this child just to die?
To stare for too long into one's sky
But I spend my nights down in
They shut down the docks,
thrown our lives on the rocks
But my good eye is wandering still
Past the pubs where I fester all day
Transport a bridge, transport me away
These ropes are all knotted
A sailor who wandered a little too far
They passed in the channel,
To carry our coal, and carry in all
And at night these old sea legs
They'd come for all over,
but never intending to stay
So tell me something I don't know
And find me a skipper with
Cause these ropes are all knotted
I'm a sailor who wandered a little too
