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If it's punk rock yer lookin' fer yer in the wrong place. This here's a traditional ballad tellin' the tale of one Pirate John. A noble vet'ran he was, of the foreign war fought ashore of the south asian seas. We have the most excellent scribe, and me own bruther he is - willnlf - to thank for this touchin' yarn.
Hidden widdin this little ditty is what ya calls a midi file - actually four of em together from a song residin' at Copyright Free Loops. Much thanks to that lot. Sees if ye can't identerfy the hidden loops if ye dare.
I'm mighty beholden to the blokes at LIOLI6 fer launchin' this ship o' fools. Ye should be too. Give 'em a visit an check out me mates - a grand bunch o' singers and players they are.
Hidden widdin this little ditty is what ya calls a midi file - actually four of em together from a song residin' at Copyright Free Loops. Much thanks to that lot. Sees if ye can't identerfy the hidden loops if ye dare.
I'm mighty beholden to the blokes at LIOLI6 fer launchin' this ship o' fools. Ye should be too. Give 'em a visit an check out me mates - a grand bunch o' singers and players they are.
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Lyrics
Pirate John got his name
From the eye that he was missing
He lost it back in Vietnam
A search and destroy mission
He woke up in the hospital
A bandage around his head
The patch he wore came later
"Arr!” his buddies said
John grew up in Boston
His father worked the docks
So he went home like a ship
Damaged on the rocks
He took a job on Pier 16
Working with his back
“Yo ho ho,” his buddies said
buddies cut no slack
With Southies in the neighborhood
Where John had gone to school
Being tough, strong and loyal
Was the golden rule
The things he’d seen in Vietnam
Left John a quiet man
He went about his life each day
A safe and simple plan
The marriage didn’t work out
Like he hoped it would
It wasn’t really her fault
She’d done the best she could
But in the end a pirate
Lives a solitary life
John just couldn’t find the space
To share with kids and a wife
So he spends his evenings quietly
Down at Molly’s bar
The echo of the fog horn
Drifting onto shore
He maybe has a shot or two
Never does any harm
The beer he leaves behind him
Half finished and lukewarm
Pirate John is older now
Work harder every day
But he always gets the job done
That’s Pirate John’s way
And when his life is over
His ship has come to rest
Pirate John will rest in peace
He’ll know he’s done his best
From the eye that he was missing
He lost it back in Vietnam
A search and destroy mission
He woke up in the hospital
A bandage around his head
The patch he wore came later
"Arr!” his buddies said
John grew up in Boston
His father worked the docks
So he went home like a ship
Damaged on the rocks
He took a job on Pier 16
Working with his back
“Yo ho ho,” his buddies said
buddies cut no slack
With Southies in the neighborhood
Where John had gone to school
Being tough, strong and loyal
Was the golden rule
The things he’d seen in Vietnam
Left John a quiet man
He went about his life each day
A safe and simple plan
The marriage didn’t work out
Like he hoped it would
It wasn’t really her fault
She’d done the best she could
But in the end a pirate
Lives a solitary life
John just couldn’t find the space
To share with kids and a wife
So he spends his evenings quietly
Down at Molly’s bar
The echo of the fog horn
Drifting onto shore
He maybe has a shot or two
Never does any harm
The beer he leaves behind him
Half finished and lukewarm
Pirate John is older now
Work harder every day
But he always gets the job done
That’s Pirate John’s way
And when his life is over
His ship has come to rest
Pirate John will rest in peace
He’ll know he’s done his best
Vic Holman
what a great sad yarn you 'n ye bruther tell.
Singing, the acoustic playing is top notch. A very sad tale but beautifully done!