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I cover the waterfront, watchin' the ship go by |
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I could see, everybody's baby, but I couldn't see mine |
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I could see, the ships pullin' in, to the harbor |
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I could see the people, meetin' their loved one, shakin' hand |
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I sat there so all alone, coverin' the waterfront |
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And after a while all the people |
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left the harbor and headed for their destination |
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All the ships, left the harbor |
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And headed for their next destination |
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I sat there, coverin' the waterfront |
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And after a while I looked down the ocean |
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As far as I could see, in the fog, I saw a ship |
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It headed this way, comin' out the foam |
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It must be my baby, comin' down |
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And after a while the ship pulled into the harbor |
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Rollin' slow, so cripple |
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And my baby, stepped off board |
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I was still, coverin' the waterfront |
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Said, "Johnny, our ship had trouble with the fog |
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And that's why we're so late, so late |
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Comin' home, comin' down' |
