Sailor Jack - Grant Hart

He’s a silver nitrate shadow

On a field unbroken white

When a ship comes into focus

See him in the sweet harbor light

As a boy he went to wonder

As a man he went to sea

Now when pirates come to plunder

He defeats them effortlessly

Sailor Jack

Sailor Jack

Sailor Jack

Sailor Jack

He feeds on broken new horizons

He sees a great big flash of light

No wrecks come (?)

Not as long as Jack is on (?)

Sailor Jack, well he’s alright

He knows a half-hitch, he knows a bow-tie

He knows what all good sailors know

The skies above tell him where to go

He knows the sea and the water signs

He knows the landmarks, he knows the shoreline

He knows a girl in every port, he’s a good sport

Good sport, good sport, good sport

Jack

He makes a great big (?)

Where the heart grows strong and pure

Where the ghosts of (?)

Captain Jack will always endure