Old Zeb by Larry Kaplan Lyrics

I'm not tired of the wind, I'm not weary of the sea
But she's prob'ly had a bellyfull of a damned old coot like me
I'm bound a-shore, she's gone for better days
But I'll see her topsail flyin' when I come down off the way

Chorus:

Rosie, get my Sunday shoes
Gertie get my walkin' cane;
We'll take another walk to see
Old Alice sail again

Wish I had a nickel for the men I used to know
Who could load three cords of lumber in half an hour or so
Who could put sail be hauling, 'stead of donkeyin' around
Then I' d be the poorest coasterman this side of Edgartown

Any fool can run an engine, it takes brains to work a sail
I've never seen no steamer make much good out of a gale
You can go and pay your taxes on the rationed gas you get;
But at least to me, the wind is free, and they haven't run out yet
If I ever get back to her, you know I'd treat her just the same:
Drive her when I want to, I'd sail in freezing rain
Park old Alice on the beach, and go dancin' in the town
Cause a man who's fit for hangin' prob'ly never will get drowned