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I'm drunk as a sailor again
But this time I think I can mend.
You turn my heart on its end
And spin it again and again.
I'm rolling the dice once again
But this time I think I can win.
I knew when you took my hand
That old lady luck was my friend.
Oh no, here I go, I'm as high as a kite on a string
Soaring over the tops of the trees.
Oh, wind won't you blow, up I go, for tonight I have wings
But as sure as you're born by the morn, I'll be back on my knees.
I'm drunk as a sailor again
But this time I think I can mend.
You turn my heart on its end
And spin it again and again.
I'm rolling the dice once again
But this time I think I can win.
I knew when you took my hand
That old lady luck was my friend
Old lady luck was my friend
Old lady luck was my friend.
- Album:
- Namedropper
- Miscellaneous
- Soon The Birds
- The Rough Guide to Americana
- Johnstown
- Nettwerk Roots Sampler
- Voices at Borders
- Oh! From the Girls
- CBC Radio 3: Sessions, Volume 1
- O Sister, Where Art Thou?
- Oh Susanna
- Short Stories
- Songbirds: The Essential Album
- Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
- Reel to Reel V2.1: Singer/Songwriters
- Simply Being Loved (A Valentine Compilation)
- Gold In Them Hills - New Roots Classics
- Lock Up Your Devils - New Roots Classics II
- Sleepy Little Sailor
- Short Stories (Bonus Track Version)