The Trumpeter

When the fox gets hot, it crawls into the hole
All the fellas in the evening say the horn will blow
To signal the drunks of the time to go
The trumpeter says he's going to save my soul

Well I ain't no drunk, does a drunk think he
But he bellows gold and he's rough as the sea
Those big black eyes are going to set me free
When the trumpeter blows his horn for me

I am sailing endlessly in my ship on the foggy sea
I can't escape that hallowed key
The trumpeter is hollering for me

I knew my place and I knew my time
In the black of the night, a burning spine
God almighty! howl the men when the trumpet whines

I am sailing endlessly in my ship on the foggy sea
I can't escape that hallowed key
The trumpeter is hollering
Come now, sailor, sing your plea
The cadence beckons restlessly
In the hurricane, I'm free
The trumpeter is hollering for me

When the fox gets hot, it crawls into the hole
All the fellas in the evening say the horn will blow
To signal the drunks of the time to go
The trumpeter says he's going to save my soul



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Preston
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