The Parting Song - Chuck Prophet

Sailor won’t you take me to the shore now

Let me drink my fill

Lyin' down it feels just like a chore now

Dyin' ain’t no big deal

You could be a friend to me

You could be my enemy

Gabriel come and blow your horn now

Blow it all around

Somewhere there’s a baby bein' born now

Don’t you let her mama down

You could be a friend to me

You could be my enemy

You could be a friend to me

You could be my enemy

Wake me up when we’re someplace we haven’t been

And I’ll raise my cup, I’ll raise it up a little higher, my friend

You could be a friend to me

You could be my enemy

Rider don’t you pass me by now

Rider won’t you stop for me

Rider don’t you say it’s not my time now

I don’t need your sympathy

You could be a friend to me

You could be my enemy

You could be a friend to me

You could be my enemy

You could be a friend to me

You could be my enemy