My father was a sailor-man back in the day
Back in the day, when I was young.
Just a baby boy, but man did I love him
To you, in the night, I would call.
I didn't see much of him when I was younger
And boy, did I miss him a lot.
But when he came home, he kissed me and hugged me
With humongous tattooed arms.
A sleeve full of memories, each picture a story
I'm so proud to be a part of that arm.
Anchors, bottles, ships and a picture of me
as his lucky charm.
The ship, his passion, his work, his life,
and it brought him back to us.
An anchor stands for safety, security, protection
That's what he needed the most
The bottle is a comfort late at night,
When he looked at pictures of us.
And I earned that spot, cause kids are forever,
On those humongous tattooed arms.
A sleeve full of memories, each picture a story
I'm so proud to be a part of that arm.
Anchors, bottles, ships and a picture of me
as his lucky charm.
A sleeve full of memories, each picture a story
I'm so proud to be a part of that arm.
Anchors, bottles, ships and a picture of me
as his lucky charm.