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When ships were ships and times were good |
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And everyman knew his place |
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And the future was a treasure trove |
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For the whole human race |
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Women they were women then |
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And the cards were there to call |
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But all this happened long ago |
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Before a kid like you were born |
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To miss - the thrill of it all |
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Peking Pete was a man's man |
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He drank his liquor straight |
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With a pocket full of money and |
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A heart full of hate |
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Now he'll tell you tales of the time sailed |
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On a schooner called 'The Storm" |
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Smuggling guns on the China seas |
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Before a kid like you was born |
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To miss - the thrill of it all |
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He settled down in Singapore |
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To let it all drift away |
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With a lady from the waterfront |
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Ten dollars night or day |
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Now you'll find him sitting as the sun goes down |
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Shooting bottles off his wall |
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Telling tales of the times he spent |
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Before a kid like you was born |
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To miss - the thrill of it all |
