Hours Eastly - Sour Mash lyrics

Lost, ship tossed I am adrift at sea I have expended my provisions And my body is weak Here's a toast to those My lady and my lover Here's a toast to hope the two should never meet Oh! No I feel I'm in my final throes I'll surely die before this wind would send me home As I sleep I dream of waking in a port of call And I can hear them through the tavern wall Damn these windless sails 3:2:1 Wiskey sour mash Whet 'em like a snook light She looks like an hourgla** Moor tight her port side Drop the bower fast Splice the main brace Whiskey sour mash If I should die a man of scanty years At least I cease with whiskey, amber clear It's not as sweet as a woman's touch But it's so much more sincere Oh! No! The days they pa** so slow Damn these windless sails As I fade beyond the waves there is a port of call And I can here them down the tavern hall Damn these windless sails The mast has bowed The bow is nesting with the crow I'll surely die before these waves would take me home As I sleep I dream of waking in a port of call And I can hear them through the tavern wall