Billy Bones And The White Bird

Take the wheel, I hear the timbers creakin'

Take the wheel, I think this ship is sinkin'

Jamaica seems so far and I've been thinkin'

Old Billy Bones has gone to sea and quit his dockside drinkin'

Check it out, check it out, check it out

And when I'm dead, who'll fly the white bird home?

I'm not the ancient mariner, your children know

And the sea's, the field, these old jack tars have sown

'Cause Billy Bones just wants to know

Who'll fly the white bird home?

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out

Oh, your majesty, your majesty

I heard the bosun cry

Old Billy Bones has washed ashore

Upon a foreign tide, tide, tide

Tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide

Check it out (babe), check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out

Oh, majesty, your majesty

I heard the bosun cry

Old Billy Bones has washed ashore

Upon a foreign tide, tide, tide

Tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide

Check it out (babe), check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Check it out