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Letra : Poor Sailor

I grab my bag out of the closet
Took your picture off the wall
Grabbed a change of clothes and jacket
For when the weather starts to fall
And with the door ajar

The wind comes blowing right in, going
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

And as I waited for her cast off
To take us far and out to sea
Watched as pelicans and seagulls
Did their circles over me
And from just off the bow

The wind comes blowing right in, going
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

And someday we will be together
If everything just goes as planned
And we can build our little farmhouse
And never venture from dry land
And with the door ajar

The wind comes blowing right in, going
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah