A Sailor's Story
Early in the mornin' alarm clocks are ringing
My bags are packed 'cause we're leaving today
Defending our freedom by sea twenty-four seven
The boys in blue rushing to get underway
Deep down below a sub lurks in silence
And a ship's striking fear from her presence above
The carriers armed with their helos and planes
Deliver bombs signed "From the Navy, with love"
Hi y'all, greetings from England
I'm doin' fine and I hope you are too
I wish you could be here. We're leavin' tomorrow
I miss you all and I'll be a-comin' home soon
Late after midnight a helmsman is steering
And a lookout stands alert to all ships passing by
A cook's down below making breakfast for mornin'
And the engineers keep us powered all through the night
Radio receives our news and our orders
And a quartermaster navigates by satellite
Radars and sonars, our eyes, they are watchin'
And the weaponeers standing by ready to fight
Hi y'all, greetings from Spain
I'm doin' fine and I hope you are too
I wish you could be here. We're leavin' tomorrow
I miss you all and I'll be a-comin' home soon
Seems I've traveled the world over by way of the oceans
From Australia, Hong Kong to Tokyo Bay
Mediterranean, Northern Atlantic
But I wouldn't trade nothin' for the ol' U.S.A.
Sometimes the sea rages like the scorn of a woman
It tosses and turns you and blows you away
'Til you're too afraid to sleep at night or wake in the mornin'
At times it's a breeze on a warm summer's day
Early in the mornin' a boatswain pipes reveille
We pack and we shower we're arriving today
Defending our freedom by sea twenty-four seven
The boys in blue come home from a long underway
Down on the docks there's a little boy waiting
"How long will it be before dad will arrive?"
"What did he bring me? Where's he mom? Can he see me?"
"I hope we'll have time to go fishin' this time"
Down with the children a faithful wife's waiting
With a will of iron, heart of gold, tears in her eyes
Saying, "You're finally home! How I hate when you leave me!"
"But I love you right now come and just hold me tight!"
Hi y'all, greetings from Italy
I'm doin' fine and I hope you are too
I wish I could stay here. We're leavin' tomorrow
But I'll miss you all and I'll be a-comin' home soon
My bags are packed 'cause we're leaving today
Defending our freedom by sea twenty-four seven
The boys in blue rushing to get underway
Deep down below a sub lurks in silence
And a ship's striking fear from her presence above
The carriers armed with their helos and planes
Deliver bombs signed "From the Navy, with love"
Hi y'all, greetings from England
I'm doin' fine and I hope you are too
I wish you could be here. We're leavin' tomorrow
I miss you all and I'll be a-comin' home soon
Late after midnight a helmsman is steering
And a lookout stands alert to all ships passing by
A cook's down below making breakfast for mornin'
And the engineers keep us powered all through the night
Radio receives our news and our orders
And a quartermaster navigates by satellite
Radars and sonars, our eyes, they are watchin'
And the weaponeers standing by ready to fight
Hi y'all, greetings from Spain
I'm doin' fine and I hope you are too
I wish you could be here. We're leavin' tomorrow
I miss you all and I'll be a-comin' home soon
Seems I've traveled the world over by way of the oceans
From Australia, Hong Kong to Tokyo Bay
Mediterranean, Northern Atlantic
But I wouldn't trade nothin' for the ol' U.S.A.
Sometimes the sea rages like the scorn of a woman
It tosses and turns you and blows you away
'Til you're too afraid to sleep at night or wake in the mornin'
At times it's a breeze on a warm summer's day
Early in the mornin' a boatswain pipes reveille
We pack and we shower we're arriving today
Defending our freedom by sea twenty-four seven
The boys in blue come home from a long underway
Down on the docks there's a little boy waiting
"How long will it be before dad will arrive?"
"What did he bring me? Where's he mom? Can he see me?"
"I hope we'll have time to go fishin' this time"
Down with the children a faithful wife's waiting
With a will of iron, heart of gold, tears in her eyes
Saying, "You're finally home! How I hate when you leave me!"
"But I love you right now come and just hold me tight!"
Hi y'all, greetings from Italy
I'm doin' fine and I hope you are too
I wish I could stay here. We're leavin' tomorrow
But I'll miss you all and I'll be a-comin' home soon
Credits
Writer(s): Lonnie Chavis
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