Sailor
©2004
By Terry Penney
I’m the son of a son of a sailor man but the only ‘C’ I know
Is the one that made my fingers bleed fifteen years ago
As I learned to make my second hand guitar play “Four Strong Winds”
They were blowing against the ship that would bring him in
Oh, daddy was a sailor man
And I know every time his ship would land
He’d be longing for my momma’s smile and to hold our little hands
Oh, daddy was a sailor man
The first time that he went out was 1953
He’d spend the next thirty-eight years rolling on the sea
Giving everything he could give to my sisters, mom and me
Back then, daddy was a sailor man
Oh, daddy was a sailor man
And I know every time his ship would land
He’d be longing for my momma’s smile and to hold our little hands
Oh, daddy was a sailor man
He sacrificed some dreams so we could realize our own
Like that little general store he wished that he had owned
I only hope I’m worthy and he’s proud of who I am
Oh Lord, daddy was a sailor man
Oh, daddy was a sailor man
