Sixteen fathoms
down lies the gold
That's almost a hundred feet
and the water's cold
Sixteen fathoms down lies the gold
I ran into Boondock Charlie
down in New Orleans
He told me about a sunken treasure
I'd begin to dream
All that gold within my reach,
I could do a lot of things
I could win the love of Nell,
the belle of New Orleans
But sixty fathoms down lies the gold
Sixty fathoms down,
water's cold, cold, yeah
Sixty fathoms down lies the gold
We rigged our sails and set our course
South of New Orleans
But the wind lay low
and the trip was slow
To the far -off Caribbean
Well, our tongues were dry
and the sun was hot
In the Caribbean sky
And I began to think
that Charlie had told me another lie
But sixteen fathoms
down lies the gold
Sixteen fathoms down,
water's cold, cold, yeah
Sixteen fathoms down lies the gold
Well, we put on our scuba tanks
and plunged beneath the depths
Where a hundred sharks attacked us
and Charlie met his death
I guess somehow that I was
lucky I came out alive
But Boondock Charlie's
drifting somewhere
Beneath the Caribbean tide
Sixteen fathoms down
lies the coast
Sixteen fathoms down
the water's cold, cold, yeah
Sixteen fathoms down lies the gold
Sixteen fathoms down
still lies the gold