Dave Loggins – Ship In A Bottle Lyrics

A young American sailor on a foreign shore
There to serve his country in time of war
Walks to the dock every morning and waits for the ships to come in
Wishin’ he was the stamp on the letter he’s mailing home
So he could soon be back in her arms again

Instead of feeling like a ship in a bottle
Tryin’ to get out and sail away
Like a ship in a bottle
Tryin’ to get out and sail away

And she was an entertainer back home in Alabama
Playing “Angel from Montgomery” in the Holiday Inns
From Mobile up to Birmingham
And the picture on her piano went with her every night to her room
And slept on the pillow beside her
While she lay awake thinkin’ about her sailor
Nine months away across the waters in June

Feeling like a ship in a bottle
Tryin’ to get out and sail away
Like a ship in a bottle
Tryin’ to get out and sail away

(Sail away) Someday they’re gonna be together
(Sail away) One day they won’t be oceans apart
(Sail away) Every day seems like forever when you’re in love
And not with your love
You ought to be with the one you love

A young American sailor home from the war
Lies on a blanket with his new bride
As the southern sun is sinking on the Gulf Coast shore
And sealed in an empty champagne bottle
A note containing both of their names
Is sent for a ride on the evening tide
And the note read
“The ship has gone and sailed away”

Frank Zappa – Road Ladies

Don’t it ever get lonesome?
Yeah! Sure gets lonesome
Don’t it ever get sad when you go out on the road?
Oh, there was one time in Minneapolis when I thought I had the clap for sure
Don’t it ever get lonesome?
Lonesome ain’t the word
Don’t it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour?
Oh, I’ll take away…
You got nothing but groupies and promoters to love you
And a pile of laundry by the hotel door

Don’t it ever get lonesome?
Don’t it ever give a young man the blues?
Don’t it ever get lonesome?
Don’t it ever make a young man wanna go back home?
When the P.A. system eats it
And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit you’ve ever known

Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mama too?
Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mama too?
Don’t you better get a shot from the doctor
What the road ladies do to you?

I know someday I will never
I’ll never go out on the road again, oh yeah
I know someday I will never
I ain’t gonna roam the countryside no more
I’m gonna hang up them ol’ Holiday Inns, yeah
And heal my knees up from when I was doin’ it on the floor
See me doing it, see me do it on the floor

Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mama too?
Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mama too?
Don’t you better get a shot from the doctor
What the road ladies do to you?