Tin Cup Chalice

I want to go back to the islands Where the shrimp boats are tied up to the piling Give me oysters and beer For dinner every day of the year And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine I wan' be there Want to go back down and lie beside the sea there With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And I'm a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine Yeah, now the sun goes sliding across the water Sail boats, they go searching for the breeze Salt air, it ain't thin It can stick right to your skin, and make you feel fine Makes you feel fine (fine) I wanna be there Wanna go back down and and get high by the sea there With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And I'm a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine Yes and now, you heard my strange proposal So get that Packard up and let's move I wanna be there before the day Tries to steal away and I've made up my mind And I wanna be there I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And I'm a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine Yeah, with a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with red wine And I'm a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine