Gutter Black

Lying in the gutter I cut the cord from my mother She pat me on the head and say "Go to sea, boy, get to sea, man" Barbara O'Reilly She come into my house Trouble, trouble, trouble Go to sea, boy, get to sea, man My luck in the gutter black I guess I'm running back to you You in my brain, you in my heart You in my brain, you in my heart Long wind jammers Sailing on the oceans The cold breeze blowing, yeah Go to sea, man, son, don't come back My luck in the gutter black I guess I'm running back to you You in my brain, you in my heart You in my brain, you in my heart Lying in the gutter I cut the cord from my mother She pat me on the head and say "Go to sea, boy, get to sea, man" My luck in the gutter black I guess I'm running back My luck in the gutter black I guess I'm running back My luck in the gutter black I guess I'm running back to you You in my brain, you in my heart You in my brain, you in my heart You in my brain, you in my heart