Comely Row

Lyrics
'I'm Popeye, the sailorman' Or whichever old tune he sang Spiced up with a few hot damns The sailorman The sailorman He made a comely row of trees On each side of the country road So that a daily sort of man Driving beneath them in his lumber wagon Might fancy himself lord of a private road Right after the first few notes All the goats turned their heads They would get fed He was a tall lanky guy With stooped shoulders and a shy Seemed studious face 'Popeye, the sailorman' The sailorman He made a comely row of trees On each side of the country road So that a daily sort of man Driving beneath them in his lumber wagon Might fancy himself lord of a private road Right after the first few notes All the goats turned their heads They would get fed
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- Solex