we're headed for the western
we're heading out the bay
All swing our head round,
we're headed for the sunset
All cares will vanish as soon as we,
that roll their day by day
we're headed for the western
we're heading out the bay
we're headed for the sunset
Our thoughts go back now,
to those prim Yankee bankers
Taking bait on Fort George's
like those who sailed from Bruly
Bound for St. Peter's in the
the ghost of sturdy hunters
From Roseroo still search
Forever riding that fabled August gale.
who forever are returning
or the Indies with their charms
to make it home for Christmas
we're headed for the western
we're heading out the bay
we're headed for the sunset
like silent grave reminders
when Nat was in his prime
for all who wish to find it
we're headed for the western
we're headed for the sunset
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