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August Walquist

"Ship Out" (karaoke)

"Ship Out" (sheet music)


Nothing to do, sucker darling,
Nothing to do today?
Come take a trip to Oregon.
Fat shark will ship you there.
Erickson and Peterson are wanting
Men to come and work for them.
So, if you will go, we'll give you a show.
Two dollars you'll have to pay.

Ship out, ship out, ship out to a master.
They give you a poor wage and feed you on peas.
The bunks, they are plumb full of crumbs and fleas.
No wonder a worker becomes a 'bo!
And out in the Jungles he'll sleep, you know.
You knock on back doors till your knuckles are sore
Whenever you ship to a job.

Don't you remember the driver
Who worked you so hard, you know?
He'll make you work fast as long as you last,
And then you will have to go
Hike along the railroad
With your blankets upon your back.
So, come and get wise:
Come now, organize and never ship out anymore.

Ship out, ship out, ship out to a master.
They give you a poor wage and feed you on peas.
The bunks, they are plumb full of crumbs and fleas.
No wonder a worker becomes a 'bo!
And out in the Jungles he'll sleep, you know.
You knock on back doors till your knuckles are sore
Whenever you ship to a job.

Ship out, ship out, ship out to a master.
They give you a poor wage and feed you on peas.
The bunks, they are plumb full of crumbs and fleas.
No wonder a worker becomes a 'bo!
And out in the Jungles he'll sleep, you know.
You knock on back doors till your knuckles are sore
Whenever you ship to a job.

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