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Well, Skipper Abe Warren, a good man is he,
He's charted our course to harvest the sea;
Our hold it is full with the finest of cod,
Now he's swung to the leeward it's time to thank God.
Before the next sunrise I'll be back in me bed,
Can't wait for a chat with the boys from the head....
We're going...
Home, boys, drivin' on home,
Won't stop for nothing, we'll work to the bone;
Keep steaming homeward, no matter the storm,
'Cause it's home boys - time to go home,
Home, boys, home!
Well, Young Billy Ryan, he wants to go far,
A doormat for up along that's all we are;
Twelve years of TO., a man he's become,
He's got all he wants but his dreams are of home.
If this is a "have" province, have it for me,
I'll have the "have not" with a spirit that's free....
I'm going...
Home, boys, drivin' on home,
Won't stop for nothing, we'll work to the bone;
Keep steaming homeward no matter the storm,
'Cause it's home boys - time to go home,
Home, boys, home!
Well, Uncle Dan Burton, not much he can say,
The boys want him up there since Mom passed away;
At four score and one his days may be few,
But he's cravin' for troutin' and a pot of moose stew.
"Well, I'll tell you right now, boys, when I draw me last breath,
Take me back to the Rock to lay down me head....
Take me...
Home, boys, drivin' on home,
Won't stop for nothing, we'll work to the bone;
Keep steaming homeward no matter the storm,
'Cause it's home boys - time to go home,
Home, boys, home!
Home, boys, drivin' on home,
Won't stop for nothing, we'll work to the bone;
Keep steaming homeward no matter the storm,
'Cause it's home boys - time to go home,
Home, boys, home!
It's home....
Going home....
See more songs by The Sharecroppers.
Liner note: Newfoundland will always be home no matter where a Newfoundlander lays his head. Like a salmon going up stream, something seems to "drive us HOME!"
