Ocean Grace

The southwestern wind,
It soon will blow again,
Blowin' steady at its pace.
And I'm traveling at the measure
Of a lonely man's lecher,
Sailing across the Ocean Grace

A heavy, heavy burden
On the last of my two dollars,
Hidden in the neck of my guitar case.
And I'm trying to make a pastime,
Out of living off the last dime,
Sailing across the Ocean Grace.

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And you can count the goodbyes
With the tears in my eyes,
Rolling down this weathered face
With the pocket of a poor man,
And the love of a woman,
I'm sailing across the Ocean Grace.

There's a cradle in the valley
Of the Appalachian mountains
Where the wood is split to crack in the fireplace.
And the winter is a shepherd,
And she calls me with a soft word,
Sailing across the Ocean Grace.

And the candle in the window,
It flickers a reminder,
The morning a sun will show its face.
And a pally of the traveler
As in passing what he's after,
Sailing across the Ocean Grace.

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SOLO

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And the name is in the paper,
And it reads across the pages,
A sailor lost at sea without a trace.
And I'm itching away the hot hand,
As I'm stepping off the dry land,
Sailing across the Ocean Grace.

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