Whoa Sailor (one of the first songs Hank
Thompson recorded late 40’s or early 50’s)

I’ll tell you ‘bout my night on shore, if you will lend an ear

I stepped into a cabaret to get myself a beer
A pretty girl sat all alone and needed compa ny
But when I got close, this gal arose, this is what she said to
me
Now she said whoa sailor be careful what you do
In your eye there’s a gleam and to me it seems your just like all
the rest
With a wolfish eye and a line that’s sly, then a salior’s
at his best.

Now look here babe you’ve got me wrong , I’m not that sort of
guy
I just got back from across the sea where there are no gals
arie.
Now let me talk to you a while I’m sure you’ll see my way
When I went to spout she turned about this is what she had to
say
Now she said whoa sailor I’ve heard that line before
You’ll look into my eyes and tell me lies and tales of the seven
seas,
But a sailor’s full of that kinda bull so don’t hand it to
me

Oh pretty girl you’ve let me down you’ve broken my poor heart
And oh how it hurt when you had to spout that last sad
remark
I said I think I have a drink and I broke out six month’s pay

With a wide open eyes she breathed a sigh this time she had to
say
Now she said oh sailor boy I think you’ve won my heart
Well she was right neat and she sure was sweet but I knew she was that
sort.
But she’s not all to blame ‘cause it’s a sailor’s aim to have a
girl in every port.