Fort Morgan Road

We used to put in down along Fort Morgan Road
We’d pole those shell banks in that black v-hull

Chase all the flounder from here to Point Clear (yes we would)

When the fog set in, we’d just disappear

Load that ice chest up as full as can be
And I don’t remember coming home empty
We’d talk about life and stare at the stars
‘Til a tug boat whistle would put us back on course

He used to sit in an old, beat up, wood chair
Never wasted words but had stories to share
Was an old boat captain from Pilot Town
He taught me much about the world, he’d been around

He’d talk about the Gulf Coast Trail of Tears
How the Creeks were held up here for all those years
Drinking water out of hand dug holes in sand
Defeated now but once a noble band

His granddad saw the Tecumseh go down
When that ironclad and all those sailors drowned
Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead
Then the Union ships overwhelmed our men

He’d talk about the Second World War
How you could see German U-boats from the shore
And the black outs when danger was near
He learned how to stay calm when there was fear





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He’d roll with the seas and drift with the tides

And he wondered if he would die alone

He’d sail anywhere a southern breeze would

blow

And he wandered until he reached his home

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I got word from home yesterday
My old friend was in an awful way
Like the yellow platform lights out on the bay
His eyes were dim, his mind out of place

*Now he’s crossed over to the other side
And I’m thinking about the way he lived his life
Just an old salt whose ears were in tune
With the melody of water, sun, and moon

He’d roll with the seas and float with the tides

He wondered if he would die alone

He’d sail anywhere a summer breeze would

blow

And he wandered until he reached his home

My old friend has finally found his home