Nothing Short of Thankful (feat. Adrian Blake Enscoe, John Gallagher Jr., Stark Sands & Wayne Duvall)

Hey, man

Yes?

I'm packed and ready to set sail

Well, I

Guess

I've got a lot of friends to make

Who is this

Fool?

Hard to say exactly what he is

Guess we've been cursed

Blessed!

Sure as hell, it don't feel that way

Nothin' gonna change my mind

I'm walkin' a different highway

Nothin' gonna change my mind

You're travelin' a different line now

Nothin' gonna change my mind

I'll find what I need if you let me

Nothin' gonna change my mind

I'll find mine

Shipmates!

Yes?

Raise the sail and haul the anchor up

Please try to accept apologies for the lateness that I've caused

Can you stand?

Still I'm nothing short of grateful for our trip

God help me

Oh, I'm nothing short of thankful

Nothin' gonna change my mind

I'm walkin' a different highway

Nothin' gonna change my mind

You're travelin' a different line now

Nothin' gonna change my mind

I'll find what I need if you let me

Nothin' gonna change my mind

I'll find mine

Found you

What the hell are you doing here?

You get your ass over here and off this boat right now

You followed me here?

Tracked you every step of the way, now come on, we're going home

You got no business chasing me down like a hunted rabbit

Then stop running like one

I'm not going home, I'm going to sea

Don't normally get such high drama leaving port

You stay out of it

Nothin' gonna change my mind

You're walkin' a different highway

Nothin' gonna change my mind

You're travelin' a different line, oh

Nothin' gonna change my mind

I'll find what I need if I want it

Nothin' gonna change my mind

I'll find mine

Gang's aweigh!

No!

Boss man said work your way

Put it off for another day

I'm not listening, tomorrow may not come

Lazy men find an easy way

Easy work for easy pay

I'm not listening, there ain't no such a thing as that

Stop! Turn this ship around

Son, this is a 300-ton vessel just left its berth for the open sea

You can't just turn it around like Aunt Polly's carriage off to Sunday school

Captain! We have a new crew member, sir

Show me your papers

Got no papers, sir, another farmer boy

Another goddamn useless, gangly hayseed son of a bitch?

All right, put him to work

You heard the Captain, like it or not, you're both whalers now

Hope you enjoy our little scenic cruise through the romantic South Seas

Sir, sir, please listen to me, I want to go with you

All I want to do is see the world and have a proper adventure, but he's got nothing to do with this!

He does now, I do wonder if you have any idea what you've signed up for

I didn't sign up for nothin', this is pure piracy

Well, I'm ready for it, as far as I'm concerned anything's got to beat the ass end of a plow mule, right?

Hey, I'll tell you what, you ask me that again when we've been at sea for three months without land in sight and

You're covered with whale blood and there's no food but hardtack and sour water you can't keep down

And you haven't had a proper shit in a week and your hands are bleeding from the ropes

And your face is crusted with salt so your eyes sting which means you can't sleep

And the waves are a-pounding and the ship is a-rolling and a-bucking like a two-bit dockside sportin' lady

And you'd like to slit your own throat to get one blessed minute of goddamn peace

Hell, man, you ever seen the ass end of a plow mule?

One, two, one, two, three, four!

Nothin' gonna change my mind

I'm walkin' a different highway

Nothin' gonna change my mind

I'm travelin' a different line, oh

Nothin' gonna change my mind

I'll find what I need if I want it

Nothin' gonna change my mind

Sweet Lord, I did not bargain for this!

We been through worse, big brother, the blizzard of '82 for one, you recall that pestilence

At least we were home

Not again

We belong at home

Well, then you should have goddamn stayed there, I never asked you to come rooting after me

You think I wanted to step away planting time to come save your threadbare ass?

Oh, that's you all over plowing, reaping, sowing, damn, look past the hedgerows, brother

Still don't quite comprehend how you two ended up here, you don't seem, shall we say, natural mariners

I left home, you follow? Couldn't stand one more day on that damn farm doing the same hard thing every hard day

There's got to be more in this life, I reckon

Anything, everything, let it hit me, let it pummel me to my knees, just let me live