We sailed on a sloop with whiskey & jazz;
When a whale called closing time.
She sank to the bottom on a Saturday night,
So we took to the running tide.

Deep in the belly of the ocean,
We did what we could to survive,
Drank sweet water from a swordfish,
As we sang to the blue valentine.

Now everybody’s going to row hard,
Everybody’s going to do what they can,
Everybody’s going to pull real hard,
To get this boat to the Promised Land.

With a little wind and a lonely sky,
Gulls crying for the gypsy’s  on the water,
We followed the clouds both day and night,
Till we finally reached the boarders.

Now everybody’s going to row hard,
Everybody’s going to do what they can,
Everybody’s going to pull real hard,
To get this boat to the Promised Land.

To get this boat to the Promised Land.
To get this boat to the Promised Land.


Song at:
https://youtu.be/Y8ERzShVxwY