Back at Home - Jolly Jackers

I was a merchant in Venice

I traded life for dreams

But when things went wrong

Life was easily given away

I was taken to court

But I had nothing to say

In the name of the Doge

They sent me to jail

It was like being back at home, back at home, back at home

It was like being back at home, back at home, back at home

The day I stepped on board

Was the day they let me go

The work was hard but the rum was endless

I felt my dreams came true

When I was caught sailing under Jolly Rogers

The sun was shinin' but the sea was gray

In the name of the king

They sent me to jail

It was like being back at home, back at home, back at home

It was like being back at home, back at home, back at home

It was like being back at home, back at home, back at home

It was like being back at home, back at home, back at home