Tell ya 'bout the time I served
Started 1954
The TVs started spilling colour
A couple months before
Juvenile, I wasn't fourteen
When they sent me out to sea
To join the ranks of salty dogs
With my tail between my knees
Oh, the ships we sailed
Were made of wood still
And the men on them were made of steel
Oh the hardest men still get hungry
Bonefish boys behind the wheel
Our boots were ever-soaking
Our tongues were never dry
We're praying to the bottle
And the green flash in the sky
Oh, the weather got the better of my face
Cut me so deep
And in the trenches of my skin
The bitter begs to feed
Oh, the ships we sailed
Were made of wood still
And the men on them were made of steel
Oh, the hardest men still get hungry
Oh us bonefish boys behind the wheel
After thirteen years of sea legs
Well, the bad luck followed suit
The sallow, sullen shadow
Of the boy they did recruit
And back on royal ground
Counterculture fed cocaine
I spent 30 years, then twenty more
With Lucy on my brain
The ships we sailed
Were made of wood still
And the men on them were made of steel
Oh, the hardest men still get hungry
Oh, us bonefish boys behind the wheel
