Good Morning Captain

Well, there's a ruckus on the levee Unruly crowd on the courthouse steps And if I make it to Sunday I'm sho 'nuff gonna ask the Good Lord for help With a mouthful of salt I tried to explain If money was sand I couldn't hold one grain Feel like a thie

Let me in, the voice cried softly, from outside the wooden door. Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance, Blood stained the icy wall of the shore. I'm the only one left. The storm, took them all, He managed as he tried to stand.