Woody Guthrie - Been Out On An Ocean Trip lyrics

Been out an Ocean trip Now we're heading home It takes a salty sailor To sing this sailor song: I know that in the morning The Captain he will say Sign your names and beat it And when I get my pay Oh the way I feel As I go ashore To shoot my money away! The Lawyer takes my salary The preacher gets my wages The chippies get my money The police gets my pay check And the Devil he gets the rest! The bar room took me easy The church house took me greasy The jail house drove me crazy And the devil he dug me grave! The girlfriend says I love you Just like the stars above you Then up comes her husband And the devil he got the leavings! I woke up in a mudhole With nothing in my sack I started back to ship deck And the devil he took me back! Singing: Take it easy little seaman Take it greasy seaman Take it slow and easy And the devil will follow you home!