The Legend of Davy Jones

Some say he steers a spectral ship That's ghostly, grey, and grand He's doomed to sail the seven seas And never set foot on land And if you chance to see him You'll soon be dead from fright So sailors tell their children On a dark and stormy night Forty fathoms deep he walks With rusty keys His locker locks Just he's like he's half asleep He stalks Forty fathoms deep Forty fathoms deep he owns Each sleeping sailor's soggy bones The legend they call Davy Jones At forty fathoms deep Nor east we sail to Brimstone head The captian, crew, and I At sixteen knots we fairly flew Beneath a darkening sky A top the main mast I rode Near ten stories high Went up there blew an icy quarrel And overboard went I Forty fathoms deep he walks With rusty keys His locker locks Just he's like he's half asleep He stalks Forty fathoms deep Forty fathoms deep he owns Each sleeping sailor's soggy bones The legend they call Davy Jones At forty fathoms deep I hold my breath I say a prayer For all thoes mates who died I turn my back on Davy Jones And cast my fears aside Raise up my head And kick my feet And toward the light I go The heartless jailer laft behind The locker far below Forty fathoms deep he walks With rusty keys His locker locks Just he's like he's half asleep He stalks Forty fathoms deep Forty fathoms deep he owns Each sleeping sailor's soggy bones The legend they call Davy Jones At forty fathoms deep Forty fathoms deep he walks With rusty keys His locker locks Just he's like he's half asleep He stalks Forty fathoms deep Forty fathoms deep he owns Each sleeping sailor's soggy bones The legend they call Davy Jones At forty fathoms deep