Old salty dogs, miles of ocean
Ship of fools in the wind
Have no home but the sea
Brave men facing the challenge
To meet their destiny
Hands rough like bark on a tree
Skin brown from rays of the sun
Sweatin' and strainin' to the captain's orders
Trimming sails in a westward wind
Catching trade winds twelve knots at best
Heading' for islands where native girls live
Grass skirts, long flowing hair
Sparkling eyes brown skin
Sail on the seven seas
Old salty dogs of the sea
Caught up in the wind
Old salty dogs of the sea
Drinkin' hot buttered rum
Bright stars gaze from above
A hard days work on deck
Crews ready to it the sack
Sail on the seven seas
Old salty dogs of the sea
Caught up in the wind
Old salty dogs of the sea
But now I am an old salty dog
My boat has one sail to trim
The bay is my ocean of destiny
Caught in the wind
Challenging sea
A sailors dream
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