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Departure
(Track 1)
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Out on the bay
And the white caps are breaking
The wind has picked up
So the sails are unfurled
There's no special time for us
To reach our destination
Let the breeze carry us
To the end of the world
Hail, Hail
Generous return
We don't know where we're going
But we know where we are
Hail, hail
Generous Return
Look up to the sky, yea
We'll sail with the stars
And the sun has come up
And the moon has gone down
And my lady is up
Yea, she's looking around
For places
That we've never seen before
Yea, there's always something new
On some distant shore
Hail, hail . . . (Chorus)
And sailing is the answer
To all our lost dreams
It's the answer to the question
Of just what life means
It clears up
What used to be a mystery
All the answers to life
Are in the wind and the sea
Hail, hail . . . (Chorus)(Repeat)
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well into everybody's life
a little rain must fall
sometimes it takes all of my strength
to make sense of it all
you know we got to get away
and head out on the bay
forget all of life's problems once and for all
well it's been nothing but
construction
for over a year
got to get that house completed
ringing in my ear
oh but I found the silver lining
to get away from all of that whining
and she's down there at the marina, tied to the pier
I said the rain has stopped
and the sun's coming out
it looks like a good day to me
the rainbow is pointing the way to go so
everybody go sailing
sailing!!!
everybody go sailing
well you can say just what
you like
about the life I lead
I just don't care
'cause I have all I need
you know that life is just a game
and in the end we all wind up the same
you've got to have fun while you're here
that's what I believe
I said the rain has stopped
and the sun's coming out
it looks like a good day to me
the rainbow is pointing the way to go so
everybody go sailing
sailing!!!
everybody go sailing
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Old Boats ©
(Track 4) 
(MP3) (RealAudio)
I met an old man on an old
pier
The lines on his face could not hide the years
He was full of stories of the wind and the sea
I'd have listened just as long as he'd of talked to me
Old Boats have character
New boats do not
Old boats have stories in them
Old boats should not be forgot
Some old boats get broken
up
And some old boats get burned
Some old boats get stripped for scrap
And some old boats get turned
Into lawn ornaments
Some old boats, they get
new motors
And some old motors get new boats
It doesn't matter which way it goes
As long as in the end it floats
Some old boats get handed
down
And some old boats end up on trailers
Some old boats get tossed around
Back at sea with their new sailors
Old boats . . .
Some old boats have dirty
bottoms
Filled with barnacles and slime
Some old boats are long forgotten
And some old boats have for sale signs
Some old boats look very
tired
And some old boats look just like new
Some old boats get me inspired
And some old boats need lots of glue
Some old boats are classrooms
now
Some old boats museums
And some old boats rest on the bottom
Breeding grounds for crabs and clams
Old boats . . . (Repeat)(Repeat)
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Out
On The Water © (Track
5)
(MP3) (RealAudio)
Kerouac was my idol
Kerouac and Kesey
many years lost on land
never once lost at sea
trying to find the answers
deep inside my mind
never realizing
that it was just a matter of time
‘till I'd be ooh,
ooh, ooh, ooh
out on the water
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
out on the sea Chorus
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
out on the oceans
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
that's where I want to be
for years it wasn't easy
you know it wasn't my trade
to and from the jobs
were the only passages I made
but then I heard her calling
I don't remember just when
but once I answered
I knew I'd never be the same again
‘Cause I'd be . .
. chorus
to those of you who are
out there
to those of you who know
may the trade winds be with you
wherever you go
and if you think you hear
her calling
don't waste any more time
make your departure
on the next high tide
and you'll be . . . chorus
. . . repeat
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Honeysuckle
and Mimosa © (Track
6)
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Life can be hard
Life can be strange
Life can lead you down
Many, many roads
But this one that I am traveling
This one that I'm on now
Will get me back to you somehow
And it's
Honeysuckle and mimosa
Isn't that the way
Life is supposed to be
Sweet smells
In summer breeze
Honeysuckle and mimosa
Brings me ever closer to
The sweet, sweet love
Between her and me
And I want to sail the
Bay with her
Just one more time
I want to feel the waves
Against her hull
I want to feel at peace with her
Just one more time
Because the world is just too big
And I'm so small
Honeysuckle and mimosa
. . .
(Repeat Verses)
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Stinkpot
& Rags © (Track
7)
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Stinkpot & Rags were friends
Lovers & friends
The others didn't understand them
But they were faithful till the end
And everybody said that the thing that would be wise
Would be for Stinkpot & Rags to stick with their own kind
Stinkpot came from the city
The heart of the industry
Rags, she came from the country
Where the fresh air flowed free
And everybody said that the thing that would be wise
Would be for Stinkpot & Rags to stick with their own kind
Stinkpot & Rags wouldn't
listen and they
Drifted away in the night
Destination unknown to them
They just knew it felt right
And everybody said that the thing that would be wise
Would be for Stinkpot & Rags to stick with their own kind
Safe harbors eluded them
The times they did get rough
But the thought of what the others had said to them
Just served to make them tough
And everybody said that the thing that would be wise
Would be for Stinkpot & Rags to stick with their own kind
Stinkpot & Rags found an
island
With no one else around
Out in the middle of nowhere
Two keels touched ground
And everybody said that the thing that would be wise
Would be for Stinkpot & Rags to stick with their own kind
Stinkpot and Rags had found
paradise
And they weren't alone for long
What should we call her
I like the name Trawler
I think that's the end of this song
And everybody said that the
thing that would be wise
Would be for Stinkpot & Rags to stick with their own kind
Yea everybody said that the
thing that would be wise
Would be for Stinkpot & Rags to stick with their own kind
Stinkpot & Rags were friends
Lovers and friends
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Songwriter
© (Track
8)
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Someday I'm 'goin
To have me a boat
And I have chosen her name
I like the idea
Of a house that does float
To get away from
The rules of the game
A way to escape
From the fast moving pace
Of a world that's going insane
And I know my tomorrows
will be so much brighter
When I'm sailing 'round the world
On the good ship Songwriter
Songwriter, Songwriter
Make my dreams come true
You take care of me (Chorus)
And I'll take care of you
Songwriter, Songwriter
Away we will sail
Once I have you
I'll know I have not failed
And I know that this sounds
Like another big dream
Like the many
That I've had before
But this time I'll prove
It's just part of the scheme
When I'm sailing from the port
Of ole Baltimore
Charting a course
That's unknown to me
Across the vast oceans and seas
In search of myself
Or the me that I've lost
Or the person
That I've longed to be
Oh, oh
Songwriter, Songwriter .
. . (Chorus)(Repeat)
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Crab
Hunting © (Track
9)
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grab your nets
and get on the boat
just a feel the waves a bumpin'
there's a big ole full moon
out tonight
and we're all going crab hunting
yea we're all going crab hunting
I like em big and fat
soft or hard
any way's a winner
pick em and pad em
put em in a cake
and we'll have them for dinner
yea we'll have them for dinner
grab your nets . . .
creepy crawly
spider like
crustaceans on the bottom
get yourself some chicken necks
and a trout line
and then you know you got ‘em
then you know you got ‘em
backfin, claw
I love it all
the taste is unbelievable
you haven't lived
till you've sat down
to a plate of crab imperial
yea a plate of crab imperial
grab your nets . . .
home grown tomatoes
corn on the cob
oysters, perch and rockfish
buy ‘em or pick ‘em
or catch em yourself
either way it's D'lish
yea, either way it's D'lish
the bounty of the bay
is a way of life
yea it's a way of living
if I had my way
we'd forget the bird
and have steamed crabs for Thanksgiving
yea steamed crabs for Thanksgiving
grab your nets
and get on the boat
just a feel the waves a bumpin'
there's a big ole full moon
out tonight
and we're all going crab hunting
yea we're all going crab hunting
(repeat)(repeat)
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Food
for Thought © (Track
10)
(MP3) (RealAudio)
I'd like to sail to the islands
Yes, I'd like to get away
But I don't know if that would be wise
From what I read in the paper today
It said they're fighting down there
And we're sending lots of money
I don't understand
It sounds like Mexican food to me
I'll have a
Sandinista with green chili
And some grated cheese
A Contra wrapped in a tortilla shell (Chorus)
Oh, could I have one please
A side order of Nicaragua
And some El Salvador
I'm going to eat my way through
All these silly wars
Now Vietnam, it left a bad
taste
On my buds
Feeding us with all that propaganda
And it taste like crud
There's got to be a way
That we can live together
A way we can all be free
But for now it all sounds like
Mexican food to me
I'll have a . . . (chorus)
Now me, I like Chinese food
I think it sure is great
But I don't want to fight ten million Chinese
Just to have that taste
Maybe if we'd send some golden arches
To muammar Khadafy
He'd sing I understand now
It's all American food to me
I'll have a . . . (Chorus)
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Younger
Days © (Track 11)
(MP3) (RealAudio)
Kicking back, thinking about
my younger days
Sometimes it seems it's all I have
The future's out there waiting
As it will always be
But thinking back, makes me feel glad
And I remember . . .
Donald Duck comic books
Old uncle Scrooge
Mickey and Minnie
And Goofy too
Paper airplanes
Sunday rides to the park
Toss them in the air
Just to see how far
They could fly . . . Fly
Toss them in the air
Just to see how far
They could fly . . .Fly
Toss them in the air
Just to see how far
My dreams could fly
Weekends were at
The Eastern Shore
Family and boat rides
Couldn't ask for more
But now I'm lucky
Just to find the time
To pick up the phone
And say I hope that you are fine . . . Fine
Pick up the phone and say
I hope that you are fine
And everybody grows older
Everybody turns gray
Everybody grows older
And spends some time
Thinking back to the days
And I remember . . .
Donald Duck comic books .
. .
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Catching
the Wind © (Track
12)
(MP3) (RealAudio)
Sparkling blue eyes that
know no lies
Everything's new it's all one big surprise
The door is open, a bird flies by
And she smiles
Laughing in awe at everything
she sees
I know that she sees things so much different than me
We can only wonder what it is she'll be . . .
Be free
Look at Tina catching the
wind
The sun is shining, a new day begins (Chorus)
Look at Tina catching the wind
She brings back my faith again
Only a year but it's been
her whole life
Learning what she does and doesn't like
Curiosity taking it's biggest bite . . .
New life
She takes a step and she
begins to fall
But people tend to do that after all
I think back to when I was small
It's all I can do as I slap colors on the wall
Look at Tina . . . (Chorus)
Well hey Tina, this song's
for you
It's all that I know how to do
It may not say much, but what it says is true
I love you
Look at Tina . . . (Chorus)
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The
Whole World is a Song © (Track
13)
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Me and my piano
We have so much to say
Sitting down to sing about the world
Each and every day
Me and my piano
Sometimes we play all night
Taking what we see is wrong
And try to make it right
Me and my piano
We both think the same
Don't let ‘nothing bother us
'cause we know it's just a game
Me and my piano
We are the best of friends
Nothing can come between us
We'll be together 'till the end
‘Cause the whole world
is a song
Sometimes the notes, they come out right
Sometimes they come out wrong
But the whole world is a song
Me and my old guitar
She knows I'm just a bum
But she don't mind when we get together
And strum and strum and strum and strum
Me and my old guitar
We sing about the sea
It's not that we don't like the land
It's just where we'd rather be
And the whole world is a song
Sometimes the notes, they come out right
Sometimes they come out wrong
But the whole world is a song
Me and my music
It helps me get along
When the day's not going the way it should
It helps to sing a song
Me and my music
Some day we'll get some pay
But for now we're happy just to sit and sing
And take it day by day
'cause the whole world is a
song
Sometimes the notes, they come out right
Sometimes they come out wrong
But the whole world is a song
Yes the whole world is a song
Yes the whole world is a song
Sometimes the notes, they come out right
Sometimes they come out wrong
But the whole world is a song
Yes the whole world is a song
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