Windjammer - Calexico

The windjammer’s pickin' up, with the old man’s Virginia Blend

Cuttin' to the quick, with his navy cut

Hoping that no one will take notice of the ragged dirt on his shirt sleeve

He wants a song, to practice his drinking

The girl with the jukebox voice

Lost in the memory but caught in the riptide

Undertow… overload

Bale on my job, slip on my ship

Drown beneath the surface

Fall to the wreckage, get snapped on a line

With crayfish and bottom dwellers

Dreams of the thinkers, the expert drinkers

And the wave of new regulars rollin' in

Come close, stand near, let me hear what you hear

Put one down

Put one down

Put one down

Put one down