Hurricane Room

Oh, angel baby I tell you what is on your mind A dealer running down the coast Now it's coming on to leaving time Unload in Alabama And we're sailing on to St. Giles I'm hitching on a wave On the weather on a seabird's smile Bad August on the moon Kicking up the wind and rain The swells hit thirty feet Steal the balance from my brain The captain and his crew Are cut-throats down in the Port of Spain White-knuckled at the rains His timbers wail in shame See me wistful in some harbor bar I tend the warm glass and the duelling scar I sing my misappropriation song For lovers land-locked far too long Oh, angel baby I lapping on a blue romance For cargo and by compass With a serpent's tail in chance Through the forties and the trades And a cutlass raised in rage Just for cotton and tobacco For whiskey and for gage Take the whip to drive the sugar train A scent plantation and banana rain I sing my misappropriation song For lovers land-locked far too long Oh, come inside the hurricane room Oh, come inside the hurricane room Oh, come inside the hurricane room Angel baby, you're my hurricane room Oh, come inside the hurricane room Oh, come inside the hurricane room Oh, come inside the hurricane room Angel baby, you're my hurricane room, love it