I've been the world over, north, south, east and west, But the middle of nowhere, where I likes it best. Where it's wave over wave, sea over bow, I'm as happy a man as the sea will allow.
I've sailed the world over for decades or more And oft' times I wonder what I do it for. I don't know the answer. It's pleasure and pain, But with life to live over I'd do it again
Wave Over Wave
Well, a process man am I and I am telling you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair
There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore. The young men like their money and they all come back for more, but soon your knocking on and you look older than you should For every bob made on the job, you pay it with flesh and blood.
And every day you're in this place you're two days nearer death.
Chemical Worker's Song (Process Man)
And the old black rum's got a hold on me Like a dog wrapped 'round my leg And the old black rum's got a hold on me Will I live for another day?
So I drank all of my money and I slept out in the rain Every day is different, but the nights they're all the same You never see the sun on the old black rum, But I know I'm gonna do it again.
When you're in love, there's no time and no space. There's a permanent smile on your face
Sea of No Cares
Well, I came into a scolding wife a few short years ago And ever since I lead a life of misery and woe My wife she is a tyrant around the room and in Ah, she'd sell me to the devil for a glass or two of gin.
And if the devil will take her, I'd thank him for his pain. I swear to God I'll hang me self if I get married again.