Port O'Brien - Stuck On A Boat lyrics

rate me

I'm sick of the weather up here

It goes on and on my dear

And the fish aren't coming still

They wait and wait until

We put our anchor down

We steal a few hours in town

My feet weren't made for the sea

They were made for running free

Free

Free

It don't make much sense to me

It don't make much sense to me

To be stuck on a boat at sea

It's harder to have you here

In the cannery so near

Baking bread and drinking wine

All just to pass the time

And I see the ships heading there

Where my love lets down her hair

But my dad works this all day

And so we stay right here

Stay

Stay

Stay

Now we're going into Larsen Bay

Now we're going into Larsen Bay

Now we're going into Larsen Bay