Nassau

I hope I don't make it to the Nassau line
Where the sun and the salt are on the breeze
Where freedom
Sweet freedom is waiting for me
By the rolling sea
The rolling sea
When I'm gone please don't cry for me
Everybody goes I've been told
The life of a stranger is one I'll never lead
With my feet on the dock
And the sun coming up
And my hand on the cross please forgive me
I hope I don't make it to the Nassau line
Because I don't think I'd keep an even score
I'd feel so bad for all the people I used to know
Who work themselves to death
While I'll be lazy growing old
Amen Hallelujah!
Aint life the damndest thing
An old man with a young man's eyes
Laughs the hours away when the yankees beat the mets
In the news paper print
And the clouds creeping in
And the rain coming down
While the whole harbour sound
And the ocean comes round to receive me
I hope I don't make it to the Nassau line
Where I left my shoes in the sand
I pushed my boat to sea with the fathoms under me
And waved my goodbye to land
When you get far out
Past the current of the fishing lane
Where the marline crash into the deep
Theres a place where no trace of land can be seen
The most perfect place I've been
When I'm laid to rest on the Nassau line
No more sunny days will I see
No more sunrise and no more nights
With a road on my back
And my straw woven hat
And my hooks in the sea
All my dad gave to me
On the crest of the waves I will be