Gordon Lightfoot - High & Dry Lyrics

With a lady-like devotion She sails the bitter ocean If it wasn’t for lovesick sailors There’d be nothin’ left but flotsam Singin’ why me oh my Is there a better man than i I hope you find your way back home Before you’re lyin’ high and dry I hope you find your way back home Before you die Her sails blow like bubbles While ya sip yer daily doubles If she wasn’t so fond of the weather She might give the deckhands trouble Singin’ why me oh my Is there a better man than i I hope you find your way back home Before you’re lyin’ high and dry I hope you find your way back home Before you die One day when I grew older And I found I could not hold her She took on a fine young skipper Who soon run her up on a boulder Singin’ why me oh my Is there a better man than i I hope you find your way back home Before you’re lyin’ high and dry I hope you find your way back home Before you die Now the pleasures of the harbor Don’t include a lady barber If it wasn’t for long john silver All of us pirates would’ve been martyrs Singin’ why me oh my Is there a better man than i I hope you find your way back home Before you’re lyin’ high and dry I hope you find your way back home Before you’re lyin’ high and dry I hope you find your way back home Before you die Gordon Lightfoot Lyrics High & Dry Lyrics