Mojo's Beads

Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea

Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee

He said son I'm going crazy from living on the land

Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sand

This old man was graceful with silver in his smile

He smoked a briar pipe and he walked four country miles

Singing songs of shady sisters and old town liberty

Songs of love and songs of death, songs that set men free

I've got three ships and sixty men

A course for ports unread

I'll stand at mast

Let north winds blow

Till half of us are dead

Land Ho!

Well I get my hands on a dollar bill

Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill

If I get my hands on a number five

Gonna skin that little girl alive

If I get my hands on a number two

Come back home and marry you

Marry you, marry you, all right

Land land Ho!

Land land Ho!

Well I get back home and I feel all right

You know babe I'm gonna love you tonight

Love you tonight, love you tonight

Land land Ho!

Land land Ho!

Land land Ho!