Lyrics
It's 4 am and I hear the alarm sing .
15 minutes to be on deck .
In the pouring rain .
The wind is loud .
It's like the devil sings .
The good lord knows .
It's the life for me .
Sailing on these lakes .
Hauling these loads .
All of these faces.
That come and go .
Its a hard life here ,
In the blowing cold .
A sailing life .
Working far from home .
I've never known any easy times .
It sure be nice .
Instead I hear the bosun yell .
Boys break that ice .
We've got a half an hour .
Left to go
Yeah it's sure cold and wet but we're Makin that port .
These guys they come , from around the world.
It's a different kind of life .
Watching the shore .
Out on these lakes .
From dusk till dawn . Sailing ,hauling these loads along .
There's a lady back home .
But I think she's gone .
Took my money and my boys .
Left me a song .
Sailing these lakes is one way to die .
But most of all it's a real good life .
