If You Ever See Me Talking to a Sailor Rachel Tucker (Ft. Rachel Tucker)

When the wind's from the Eastern quarter
And there's a pungent taste of salt upon the breeze
Something troubles your insides
Like a scum upon the tides
Or something washed up on the beach down by the quays

Intuition's what a girl in love relies on
I should've known he only wanted to be free
I drew my line upon the sand
Only a fool would ever stand
Between a man and his involvement with the sea

And when the tide rolls out
You'll find your bed is empty and he's gone

So if you ever see me talking to a sailor
Some scurvy no-good mongrel of a tar
You knock the drink out of my hand
Push me over where I stand
Take a slug at me but somewhere I won't scar
Pin my body to the ground
And slap my face to bring me round
Then you can roll my silly ass out of this bar

For a sailor's not a man to be trusted
He'll bill and coo, call you his "chickadee"
Oh, but when he's had his way
All you'll get is his "good day"
Then he'll blow a kiss and scuttle back to sea