Ships On The Ocean - Buddy Guy, Junior Wells

Oh this ship is made of paper

Alone, alone I sail the seven seas

Call my mama more oneday

Alone, alone it’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you

Lord there’s nothing in this world, baby (Ooh! Ow!)

I wouldn’t do for you

If a shark bit off both my legs

You know that seamen on land turn to sand (Ha ha ha, ooohwee baby)

Oh, turn my poor self over

And crawl home to you on my hands (Somebody better come here I suspect baby)

Lord, there ain’t nothing in this world, baby (Hmm)

I wouldn’t do for you

Pickup on this, pickup baby

Pickup, pickup — this the blues, y’hear?

Lookee here baby

Mmm unh, uh, uh, mmm unh

Oh!

Lord have mercy baby

Yeah yeah yeah ah ah, ahumm

You take me home this morning

And make my long hair stand up ha ha

On my head