Pull them pots And pull them rite Or you don't get No grits To-nite
Out To Sea: Concerning Loneliness
As I gaze upon that deep blue sea This weird thought occurs to me If I were there and you were here I'd miss you not. But you would miss me.
Shrimp Trawler Blues: Concerning going broke.
The doors are digging The nets are spreading The V12 is hammering down The Captain is weeping The Striker is sleeping For nowhere is there A shrimp to be found.
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