Bound for Dryhook

(Chorus) So haul me down and lay me low,
 Where the tide don’t pull and the wind don’t blow,
 Where the hammocks swing and the sheets don’t bend—
 I’m bound for Dryhook at the end.

 I've sailed between the twenty towers,
 And watched ten thousand nighttime hours

 I swore to Shuro all my oaths, 

 And fed the gulls to calm the ghosts.

 (Chorus)

 There’s a taproom there what's built from bone,
 With a cask for each knot that I've known.
 The stools don’t splinter, the pipes stay lit,
 And the floor don’t sway—not one damn bit.

 (Chorus)

 They say he waits with a weathered grin,
 As Saratan rolls my body in,
 My soles'll go dry, my breath'll come back,
 And I'll drink my grog ‘til the stars turn black.

 (Chorus)

 So lash my bones to a barrel tight,
 And toss me deep in the dead of night,
 Let 'Rita howl and the dark tide rise—
 I’ll float ‘til Dryhook's in my eyes.

 (Final Chorus, slower)

 So haul me down and lay me low,
 Where the tide don’t pull
and the wind don’t blow,
 Where the hammocks swing 

and the sheets don’t bend
— I’m bound for Dryhook at the end.