David Thomas Broughton - Unshaven Boozer lyrics

She took with a foreigner, Sailed to a foreign land, I don't know when I'll next see her. Tall tan old moneybags, Rich thieving rascal, I'm sure he's just out to deceive her. So I know he's intelligent, I know he's wise, But has he the tools of construction? I live by a strong arm In factory or on farm, I am incredibly able. I can work for a living, And keep on giving To you all the bread on the table. But a sorrier man, Never there was, I'd cut out my heart just to please you. For the mine shaft is shuttered The steel yard a-boarded, The shipbuilding ceased in these parts, Manufacturing mechanized, Farmhands are foreigners, Opportunities they never start. Although I'm an unshaven boozer, I do all my drinking in town. I know I have strong arms And fists like boulders, But I'll do nothing but use them to hold you.