1967 HIT #22 - Every Mother's Son
Come On Down To My Boat
She sits on the dock,
A-fishin' in the water, uh-huh.
I don't know her name,
She's the fisherman's daughter, uh-huh.
Come on down to my boat baby.
Come on down where we can play.
Come on down to my boat baby.
Come on down we'll sail away.
[Short instrumental break.]
She smiled so nice,
Like she wants to come with me, uh-huh.
But she's tied to the dock,
And she can't get free.
Come on down to my boat baby.
Come on down where we can play.
Come on down to my boat baby.
Come on down we'll sail away.
Fish all day, sleep all night.
Father never lets her out of his sight.
Soon I'm gonna have to get my knife,
And cut that rope, cut that rope.
So we can go fishin' in my little red boat,
Make you happy in my little red boat.
So, come on down to my boat baby.
Come on down where we can play.
Come on down to my boat baby.
Come on down we'll sail away.
(Come on down) to my boat baby.
(Come on down) where we can play.
(Come on down) to my boat baby.
(Come on down) we'll sail away.
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