paroles de chanson Old Maui - The Longest Johns
It's
a
damn
tough
life
full
of
toil
and
strife
We
whalermen
undergo
And
we
won't
give
a
damn
when
the
gale
is
done
How
hard
the
winds
do
blow
For
We're
homeward
bound
from
the
Arctic
Gound
With
a
good
ship
taut
and
free
And
we
don't
give
a
damn
when
we
drink
our
rum
With
the
girls
of
Old
Maui
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui,
me
boys
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui
We're
homeward
bound
from
the
Arctic
Ground
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui
Once
more
we
sail
with
a
Northerly
gale
Through
the
ice,
and
wind,
and
rain
Them
coconut
fronds,
them
tropical
shores
We
soon
shall
see
again
For
Six
hellish
months
we
passed
away
On
the
cold
Kamchatka
sea
But
now
we're
bound
from
the
Arctic
ground
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui,
me
boys
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui
We're
homeward
bound
from
the
Arctic
Ground
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui
Once
more
we
sail
the
Northerly
gale
Towards
our
Island
home
Our
whaling
done,
out
mainmast
sprung
And
we
ain't
got
far
to
roam
Our
stans'l
booms
is
carried
away
What
care
we
for
that
sound
A
living
gale
is
after
us
Thank
God
we're
homeward
bound
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui,
me
boys
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui
We're
homeward
bound
from
the
Arctic
Ground
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui
How
soft
the
breeze
through
the
island
trees
Now
the
ice
is
far
astern
Them
native
maids,
them
tropical
glades
Is
awaiting
our
return
Even
now
their
big,
brown
eyes
look
out
Hoping
some
fine
day
to
see
Our
baggy
sails
running
'fore
the
gales
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui,
me
boys
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui
We're
homeward
bound
from
the
Arctic
Ground
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui,
me
boys
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui
We're
homeward
bound
from
the
Arctic
Ground
Rolling
down
to
Old
Maui...
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