Heave the Line Boys
Mates the wicked wind blows
All hands there are crates to unload
Before the setting sun
There's work to be done
Mates the wicked wind blows
Mates the wicked wind blows
The devil drives spikes in my bones
Before the setting sun
There's work to be done
Mates the wicked wind blows
Heave the line boys, ho the line
Never mind the cold
Heaven might be higher
But whiskey holds the fire
Steady as she goes
Mates wrap the line pull the slack
All hands there are crates to unpack
Before the setting sun
There's work to be done
Mates wrap the line pull the slack
Mates wrap the line pull the slack
The devil rides a monkey on my back
Before the setting sun
There's work to be done
Mates wrap the line pull the slack
Heave the line boys, ho the line
Never mind the cold
Heaven might be higher
But whiskey holds the fire
Steady as she goes
Mates it's the end of the day
All hands for whiskey make the way
Past the setting sun
There's work to be done
Mates it's the end of the day
Mates it's the end of the day
The devil in the brew takes the pay
Past the setting sun
There's drinking to be done
Mates it's the end of the day
Heave the line boys, ho the line
Never mind the cold
Heaven might be higher
But whiskey holds the fire
Steady as she goes
All hands there are crates to unload
Before the setting sun
There's work to be done
Mates the wicked wind blows
Mates the wicked wind blows
The devil drives spikes in my bones
Before the setting sun
There's work to be done
Mates the wicked wind blows
Heave the line boys, ho the line
Never mind the cold
Heaven might be higher
But whiskey holds the fire
Steady as she goes
Mates wrap the line pull the slack
All hands there are crates to unpack
Before the setting sun
There's work to be done
Mates wrap the line pull the slack
Mates wrap the line pull the slack
The devil rides a monkey on my back
Before the setting sun
There's work to be done
Mates wrap the line pull the slack
Heave the line boys, ho the line
Never mind the cold
Heaven might be higher
But whiskey holds the fire
Steady as she goes
Mates it's the end of the day
All hands for whiskey make the way
Past the setting sun
There's work to be done
Mates it's the end of the day
Mates it's the end of the day
The devil in the brew takes the pay
Past the setting sun
There's drinking to be done
Mates it's the end of the day
Heave the line boys, ho the line
Never mind the cold
Heaven might be higher
But whiskey holds the fire
Steady as she goes
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Writer(s): Mark Lukey
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