Emile Bertrand

Intro : (x4) Dirty boats and filthy ropes. Sore backs from crooked jacks. Straw boss and Irish moss. Kerosene and coal. Slinging hash and counting cash. Coffee stains and neck strains. Manager smiles at broken tiles on the greasy old floors. Instrumental : (2x) Slow pokes and tow ropes. Sailors knots and widows plots. We hear the yell of the the steeple bell, Of St. Cunégonde. Cads'hands and frying pans. Cash in, clear the bin. Mopping floors and closing doors. I'm  on my way home to you. But dreaming just comes easy   When the work is too hard to bear. But staring in your eyes dear, believing our dreams can be here. Instrumental :  (3x)                We meet at night, neath the dirty light. Filthy jeans with worn out seams Lunch box is out of hock. Will we drink the night away ? Change your shoes, this afternoon You fixed your hair because you care Lipstick will do the trick Will we dance until the dawn ? But dreaming just comes easy    When the work is too hard to bear. But staring in your eyes dear, Means believing our dreams can be here. It's near to four, they locked the door. Descend the stairs, the dreams we share. The neon lights are outta sight As we walk hand in hand home.