Ferry Tale
by Tanner Cove · Rock › Pop Rock · Made with Mureka · 0 plays
Prompt
Trop rock, country folk, warm laid-back male baritone storyteller, easy vibrato, group singalong harmonies
Lyrics
Six forty on the ferry, Missed my stop again. Gulls are hollering, the engine's humming low, Salt on the railing, sun not up to show. She pours my coffee from a dented tin pot, Says, "Cream?" I say, "Sure," and I take it black, but I forgot. Twenty minutes over, feels like five, Deckhand's grinning, ropes untied. Oh, it's a ferry tale, Round and round I go, One more cup and the crossing's through, Missed my stop again, Joe! Oh, it's a ferry tale, Never getting off, Sun's up high and I'm still on board, Sipping slow, don't you laugh. Big Earl at the rope line shakes his head, "That's the ninth time, Joe, you've missed it," he said. I got a sack of oranges and a bike with no bell, Nowhere to be but here, and she knows it well. Twenty minutes over, feels like five, Deckhand's grinning, ropes untied. Oh, it's a ferry tale, Round and round I go, One more cup and the crossing's through, Missed my stop again, Joe! Don't tell her. Boys, I mean it. Don't. Steel pan, say it for me. Truth is, I've ridden since the first of June, Same wooden bench and the same sad tune. Got four little words: "What's your name?" Then the whistle blows and I lose my aim. Oh, it's a ferry tale, Maybe I'll ask tomorrow, One more cup and the crossing's through, Missed my stop again, Joe.