William Topley - Hurricane Room lyrics

Oh angel baby I tell you what is on your mind A dealer running down the coast And it's coming on to leaving time Unload in Alabama and we're sailing on to St. Giles I'm hitching on a wave on the weather On a seabird's smile Bad August on the moon kicking up the wind and rain The wells hit 30 feet Steal the balance from my brain The Captain and his crew Are cut-throats down in the Port of Spain White-knuckled at the rains His timbers wail in shame See me wistful in some harbour bar I tend the warm gla** and the duelling scar I sing my misappropriation song for lovers land-locked Far too long Oh angel baby I, lapping on a blue romance for cargo And by compa** with a serpent's tail in chance Through the forties and the Trades and a cutla** raised in rage Just for cotton and tobacco For whiskey and for gage Take the whip to drive the sugar train A scent plantation and banana rain I sing my misappropriation song for lovers land-locked Far too long Hit it Oh come inside the hurricane room Oh come inside the hurricane room Oh come inside the hurricane room Angel baby you're my hurricane room Angel baby you're my hurricane room