One More Night by Tanglefoot Lyrics
Ho!
In the fall of 1883 I had just one more load of coal for the Cornish Jacks at the Silver Islet mine
Beneath the icy waves, they picked and hacked at the silver caves
And the coal fires kept them dry
And I never once did think that just a couple drinks
Could cause that mine to die
For 17 good years I've been a faithful captain here
Always had an eye for the weather
And it's an easy thing to say, if you're looking for someone to blame
Well, the captain should have known better
And everyone still thinks that the captain's love of drink
Is why that silver mine died
I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right
To set the time of sail
And to stay here where it's warm one more night
The captain of my ship and the master of my pride
But still there's an undertow in every sailor's mind
And the blue of Sally's eyes and the warmth of her thighs
Spoke to me in terms that could not be denied
I turned my back on the lake, thinking she would wait
And give me a little more time
With gin and love, half-crazed, we'd lain there for three days
When I staggered to the window to catch a breath of air
I remember Sally laughed as an icy winter blast
Caught me in the face and snapped back my hair
And one thought filled my head, as I fell back on the bed:
That silver mine's gonna die
I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right
To set the time of sail
And to stay here where it's warm one more night
[Instrumental]
We stoked the boilers hot
But the Tuttle she was caught
No way to get the lake to change her stubborn mind
There was no way to entice that wretched winter ice
To leave a channel open to the Silver Islet Mine
And with no coal to fire the pumps
And November all at once
The lake had drowned that mine
In the fall of 1883, just one more load of coal would have saved the Silver Islet Mine
Now I know that I'm to blame, and I must bear the shame
But try to understand the nature of my crime
I was unfaithful to the lake, she raged at my mistake
She wanted that mine to die
I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right
To set the time of sail
And to stay here where it's warm one more night
I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right
To set the time of sail
And I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship
You surely have the right
To set the time of sail
And to stay here where it's warm
One more night
In the fall of 1883 I had just one more load of coal for the Cornish Jacks at the Silver Islet mine
Beneath the icy waves, they picked and hacked at the silver caves
And the coal fires kept them dry
And I never once did think that just a couple drinks
Could cause that mine to die
For 17 good years I've been a faithful captain here
Always had an eye for the weather
And it's an easy thing to say, if you're looking for someone to blame
Well, the captain should have known better
And everyone still thinks that the captain's love of drink
Is why that silver mine died
I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right
To set the time of sail
And to stay here where it's warm one more night
The captain of my ship and the master of my pride
But still there's an undertow in every sailor's mind
And the blue of Sally's eyes and the warmth of her thighs
Spoke to me in terms that could not be denied
I turned my back on the lake, thinking she would wait
And give me a little more time
With gin and love, half-crazed, we'd lain there for three days
When I staggered to the window to catch a breath of air
I remember Sally laughed as an icy winter blast
Caught me in the face and snapped back my hair
And one thought filled my head, as I fell back on the bed:
That silver mine's gonna die
I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right
To set the time of sail
And to stay here where it's warm one more night
[Instrumental]
We stoked the boilers hot
But the Tuttle she was caught
No way to get the lake to change her stubborn mind
There was no way to entice that wretched winter ice
To leave a channel open to the Silver Islet Mine
And with no coal to fire the pumps
And November all at once
The lake had drowned that mine
In the fall of 1883, just one more load of coal would have saved the Silver Islet Mine
Now I know that I'm to blame, and I must bear the shame
But try to understand the nature of my crime
I was unfaithful to the lake, she raged at my mistake
She wanted that mine to die
I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right
To set the time of sail
And to stay here where it's warm one more night
I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right
To set the time of sail
And I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
The Tuttle is your ship
You surely have the right
To set the time of sail
And to stay here where it's warm
One more night