Lyrics:

Oh angel baby I tell you what is on your mind
A dealer running down the coast
And its coming on to leaving time
Unload in Alabama and were sailing on to St. Giles
Im hitching on a wave on the weather
On a seabirds smile
Bad August on the moon kicking up the wind and rain
The wells hit 30 feet
Steal the balance from my brain
The Captain and his crew
Are cut-throats down in the Port of Spain
White-knuckled at the rains
His timbers wail in shame

See me wistful in some harbour bar
I tend the warm glass and the duelling scar
I sing my misappropriation song for lovers land-locked
Far too long

Oh angel baby I, lapping on a blue romance for cargo
And by compass with a serpents tail in chance
Through the forties and the Trades and a cutlass raised in rage
Just for cotton and tobacco
For whiskey and for gage
Take the whip to drive the sugar train
A scent plantation and banana rain
I sing my misappropriation song for lovers land-locked
Far too long
Hit it

Oh come inside the hurricane room
Oh come inside the hurricane room
Oh come inside the hurricane room
Angel baby youre my hurricane room
Angel baby youre my hurricane room

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