WAITING FOR THE TIDE TO TURN

I’M SITTING IN THE ANCHOR AND HOPE

DRINKING WHITE SHIELD WORTHINGTONS

THE BOY FRANKY’S MOORED AT THE QUAY

AND I’M STARING OVER BUGSBY’S REACH

I ALREADY KNOW SHE’S LEAVING ME

GUESS THAT’S WHY I’M GETTING DRUNK

THE RIVER LOOKS A GOLDEN PICTURE

A RED SAILED BARGE HEADS INTO THE SUN

I CAN’T CRY NO MORE

I KNOW IT’S OVER

I CAN’T CRY NO MORE

I KNOW IT’S OVER

THERE IS A ONE EYED RIVER CAT

SLEEPING ON A COILED UP ROPE

JOHNNY EDGE SITS IN THE SUNSHINE

SPINNING UP MY LAST PIECE OF DOPE

OLD NORTON FROM THE BOAT YARD

TELLS US SOME CLAPPED OUT JOKE

I’M WAITING FOR THE TIDE TO TURN

BEFORE I SAIL OFF A SINGLE BLOKE

I CAN’T CRY NO MORE

I KNOW IT’S OVER

I CAN’T CRY NO MORE

I KNOW IT’S OVER

WHEN YOU CAN’T CRY NO MORE

YOU KNOW THAT IT’S OVER 

WHEN YOU CAN’T CRY NO MORE

YOU KNOW THAT IT’S OVER

I’M WAITING FOR THE TIDE TO TURN

I’M WAITING FOR THE TIDE TO TURN

I’M WAITING FOR THE TIDE TO TURN

BEFORE I SAIL OFF A SINGLE BLOKE

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