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(Kyf Brewer / Brewerds&Music / ASCAP;
Traditional)
at twenty and three
plunder did we
waitin' for pleasure to come
we'd straddle the edge
and out of our heads
waitin' for pleasure to come
and women were there for the game, boys
wastin' their youth on the young
hearty and hale for the name, boys
we'd become
and it's oh me and run off to sea
somebody give her a dance
i woke feelin' low and i briefly let go
now betty we haven't a chance
but wasn't it all for the rum boys,
booty and beauty and rum
gold were the days
ourselves in a haze
waitin' for christmas to come
and promises broke
like great barrels of smoke
pouring out over the lawn
nothing to anchor us down, boys
no one to keep us at home
bookers and bankers be damned, boys
we had none
and it's oh me and run off to sea
somebody give her a dance
i woke feelin' low and i briefly let go
now betty we haven't a chance
but wasn't it all for the rum boys,
booty and beauty and rum.
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