Bobby Weidman - Key West Run

Workin’ the long day I wipe the sweat from my brow
Under the Thousand Island sun
In those cane fields, lord it beat down
And a poor boy’s work is never done
Breakin’ my back at my old man’s house
Takin’ each harvest as it comes
Load the schooner and set sail south
With cane spirits for the Key West run
With cane spirits for the Key West run
He said Son, in hard work you’ll find God
It’s our grace and what makes us men
I don’t know if that’s horse shit or not
But I still think about him now and then
Cause God came ‘round and take all we got
In the Great Hurricane of 1910
Blew the house down and wipe out the crops
And a year later the old man was dead
A year later the old man was dead
Well it’s been ten years since I tore my hands
In the sugarcane fields back home
And I got a little house down on heaven’s white sand
Up on Marco where I run my ship from
Cause the day the old man died I dropped God’s plan
Sailed that schooner into the setting sun
I hit Key West, and then up north I ran
With a six-shooter and a payload of Cuban rum
A Colt six-shooter and a payload of Cuban rum
I don’t hurt nobody and the money is good
And I take each day as it comes
And I do my best to live my life the way I should
And I wonder if I’m still my father’s son
But the law and the lord himself can kiss my ass, Dad
Or find theirselves on the wrong end of my gun
Cause that open Gulf breeze is all I’ll ever need
And a swift schooner for the Key West run
Oh that open Gulf breeze is all I’ll ever need
And a swift schooner for the Key West run
And a swift schooner for the Key West run

Written by:
Robert Weidman

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