The whistle sounded
The day half done
Lunch on the deck
In the noonday sun
A couple of sandwiches
That mama had made
A bottle of Dr. Pepper
And some birthday cake
Now, Tommy worked
On the dock at southside
Winch operator
Pan American Lines
Load 'em out and up
Send them on their way
Watch the big boats slip
Into the early morning haze
It's out there, it's out there
I can see it from here
It's just off the end
Of this dirty old pier
Hey, I'm leavin', I'm leavin'
In the morning time
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Blame it on the horizon line
His daddy worked the docks
His whole life long
At night, he drank and wondered
Where had it all gone
Tommy'd carry him home
And put him in a bed
"What would I do without you?"
His mom always said
One day, he saw a poster
For the Merchant Marines
See the world
And sail the seven seas
He laid in bed and wondered
How could he go
But he knew he had to
Down in his soul
Mama, now mama
Please don't cry
All the little boys
They grow up some time
The sun will shine
And the rain will fall
Days pass by
And the trees grow tall
The moon will rise
And the wind will blow
It's my time to leave
And now, I must go
Dreams, they sparkle
Like stars in the sky
I must be goin', give me a kiss
And I'll say goodbye
Writer(s): Robert V., Jr. Delevante
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