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Oh, angel baby |
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I tell you what is on your mind |
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A dealer running down the coast |
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Now it's coming on to leaving time |
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Unload in Alabama |
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And we're sailing on to St. Giles |
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I'm hitching on a wave |
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On the weather on a seabird's smile |
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Bad August on the moon |
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Kicking up the wind and rain |
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The swells hit thirty feet |
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Steal the balance from my brain |
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The captain and his crew |
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Are cut-throats down in the Port of Spain |
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White-knuckled at the rains |
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His timbers wail in shame |
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See me wistful in some harbor bar |
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I tend the warm glass and the duelling scar |
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I sing my misappropriation song |
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For lovers land-locked far too long |
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Oh, angel baby |
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I lapping on a blue romance |
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For cargo and by compass |
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With a serpent's tail in chance |
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Through the forties and the trades |
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And a cutlass raised in rage |
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Just for cotton and tobacco |
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For whiskey and for gage |
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Take the whip to drive the sugar train |
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A scent plantation and banana rain |
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I sing my misappropriation song |
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For lovers land-locked far too long |
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Oh, come inside the hurricane room |
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Oh, come inside the hurricane room |
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Oh, come inside the hurricane room |
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Angel baby, you're my hurricane room |
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Oh, come inside the hurricane room |
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Oh, come inside the hurricane room |
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Oh, come inside the hurricane room |
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Angel baby, you're my hurricane room, love it |
