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Rumrunner's Runaway
(Marcel Aymar)
It'a a drunken rumrunner's blind promise
Made while sucking on an old gypsy's tooth
It's captain Kidd and blueberad
Dueling here every third leap year
With cold camouflage in the blues
Of the sea and the sky
It's barber-shop talk
Oldtimer yarns and revised humour
Mystery in the belly of the harbour
Riding the backs of age-old legends
Singing this song to appease
All my superstitions
Living a life of dug-in traditions
Waiting to see where it all will carry me
It's Spanish silver and English gold
Acadean haderaft being sold
It's a crazed gull choir moon-wailing
Their own lament to the sun
It'a the core and the proof
Teasing fun at the notion and the hunch
It's got me all cross-eyed
Fogged up and snow blind
Sobered up on solid rock and laughing