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The Seed

Black Heart Rum

The lead glass lighting us alone the spirit of the sea,
We are all sea dogs here.
So light another stick for me & pass that cigarette,
And I’ll get in another round.
Now play the blues man,
Play those blues and give me,
Some Black Heart Rum.

Those scurvy rascals took the bet, the merchants did the same.
The cabbie cries all hands on deck.
The darkest one you can get.
That tastes of chocolate.
The barman guarantees you will forget.
Now play the blues man,
Play those blues and give me,
Some Black Heart Rum.

Now here’s a man we know and love though I don’t have time for his games.
He takes a seat and pulls it up, says..
What’s your friend’s name?
My name is Caroline!!

My feet are sticking to the floor,
That gangly girl and her guitar,
She screams ‘I’m glad I won the war’,
But I know better.
Those cats are reelin em in the punters sing along,
‘Hey baby that’s our song!’
Now play the blues man,
Play those blues and give me,
Some Black Heart Rum.