Stuck on a Boat
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Im sick of the weather up here
It goes on and on my dear
And the fish arent coming still
They wait and wait untill
We put our anchor down
We steal a few hours in town
My feet weren't made for the sea
They were made for running
Free--
Free--
It don't make much sense to
Me--
It don't make much to
Me--
To be stuck on a boat at sea
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It's harder to have you here
In the cannery so near
Baking bread and drinking wine
All just to pass the time
And I see the ships and they're
Were my love lets down here hair
But Dad works us all day
So it's here, right here we'll
Stay-ay-ay
Stay-ay-ay
Stay-ay-ay
Never going to Larson
Bay-ay-ay
Never going to Larson
Bay-ay-ay
Never going to Larson
Bay-ay-ay
Never going to Larson Bay