Once I had a little dog, I called him Cracker Jack
He had a spot around one eye that looked just like a patch
His legs were way too long and he was awkward as could be
He wasn’t much to look at but he looked alright to me
I found him by the river bank just wandering about
He was cold and hungry and his ribs were sticking out
I snapped my fingers, whistled, when he came, I picked him up
Well, he’s not very handsome to look at
He’s shaggy and eats like a hog
And he’s always killing my hens off
That dirty old egg-sucking dog
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke through tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Traveled about
The dog up and died, he up and died
After twenty years he still grieves
I would love to tour the Southland
In a traveling minstrel show
Yes, I’d love to tour the Southland
In a traveling minstrel show
Yes, I’m dyin’ to be a star and make them laugh
Sound just like a record on the phonograph
Those days are gone forever
Over a long time ago, oh yeah
Hot August night and the leaves hanging down
And the grass on the ground smelling sweet
Move up the road to the outside of town
And the sound of that good gospel beat
Sits a ragged tent where there ain’t no trees
And that gospel group telling you and me
It’s love, Brother Love say
Brother Love’s Travelling Salvation Show (part of the party)
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And everyone goes
'Cause everyone knows
Brother Love’s show
I’m a travelin’ man and I’ve made a lot of stops
All over the world
And in every port I own the heart
Of at least one lovely girl
So you can think that she’s your Polly on the shore,
She’ll be your mother or your sister or your whore,
She’ll be waving 'till you’re safely out of view,
Then she’s looking for another sailor, gullible as you.
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor’s story
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw its raging glory
But he had always told the truth
Lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
Take me back to my boat on the river
I need to go down, I need to come down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won’t cry out anymore
Look out, Mama, there’s a white boat comin’ up the river
With a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail
I think you’d better call John
‘Cause it don’t look like they’re here to deliver the mail
And it’s less than a mile away, I hope they didn’t come to stay
It’s got numbers on the side and a gun, and it’s makin’ big waves
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, sing and cry
Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
Looking out forward over the prow of our long ship
Pulling our oars and listening to the foam;
Helmets and sheepskins salt-damp in the sea-mist
We’re going home
Aslak of Langadale, Einar Thorgeirsson
Olaf the White and Sigurd the Powerful
Looking for constellations above the horizon
West wind cutting sharper than our blades;
Smiling forever into an endless sunrise
We’re flying on the waves
Am I in my cabin dreaming?
Or are you really scheming
To take my ship away from me?
You’d better think about it
I just can’t live without it
So, please don’t take my ship from me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can feel the hand of a stranger
And it’s tightening around my throat
Heaven help me, heaven help me
Take this stranger from my boat
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the main sail sets
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
It’s not far to never never land
No reason to pretend
And if the wind is right, you can find the joy
Of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me
Sailing
Takes me away to where I’ve always heard it could be
If only you believe like I believe, baby (if only you believe like I believe)
We’d get by
If only you believe in miracles (if only you believed in miracles so would I)
If only you believe like I believe, baby (if only you believe like I believe)
We’d get by
If only you believe in miracles (if only you believed in miracles so would I)
Sweet wonderful you
You make me happy with the things you do
Oh, can it be so
This feeling follows me wherever I go
I never did believe in miracles
But I’ve a feeling it’s time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
But I’m beginning to wonder why
Oh, ho, ho, it’s magic, you know
Never believe it’s not so
It’s magic, you know
Never believe it’s not so
Magic – Pilot
-“BB”-
It’s too late to turn back now
I believe, I believe, I believe I’m falling in love
I believe for every drop of rain that falls
A flower grows
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night
A candle glows
I believe for everyone who goes astray
Someone will come to show the way
I believe, I believe