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Intro

I grew up in the scantling yards of Wheeling West Virginia

 A wheelhouse cub looking for an open door

In the packet ways a Sweeney wed the keel of my Bonita

 Just two months from her timbers til she moored

I paid the fare in billet on her maiden voyage to Vicksburg

And talked my way to hand the tiller on the course

In her planks I carved a notch and sealed the vow “Be my Bonita”

And her dowry was my life between the shores

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 I was born with rouging ways, and she steered me like a woman

 From the port calls and the bawds that lead me stray

 The calliope serenades, made the old towns come running

 And the boys would gamble shards to pull her chains

 The striker’s boast would fain me loss, about the wrecks the shoals were

keeping

 And how the old girl’s got poor Billy’s ransom saved

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 On the lake at Bistineau, she set the wharf at Dixie

 With a thousand bales of cotton on her main

 As the great raft disappeared, the watermark went sinking

 And she was stuck right hard, a listing on the bank

 With the furnace still a blaze, I stood my last upon her

 Then climbed the prow and took a landsman’s trade

 “A derelict now Milady” said the watch log I’ve concorded

 “Have the bosun sound us eight bells for the change”

Chorus

 I was born with rouging ways, and she steered me like a woman

 From the port calls and the bawds that lead me stray

 The calliope serenades, made the old towns come running

 And I would take to wider walks, so the gin I stopped a drinking

 At three scores aloft this crooked frame

 The striker’s boast would fain me loss, about the wrecks the shoals were

keeping

 And how the old girl’s got poor Billy’s ransom saved

Outro