Ships On The Ocean

Ships On The Ocean - Junior Wells’ Chicago Blues Band

Written by：Amos Blakemore

Down the ships just made of paper

And lowed and lowed itself severe seas

Up can't mum at now honey

Ah low ah low this isn't

I wouldn't do for you

Loading nothing in the spots

Baby shhh ooh ah ooh

I wouldn't do for you

Ever shown but long

Oh my ladies

You know the ships on land

Turn new sand ha ha ha

Oh wait baby

I'll turn my poor sir for over

And quiet home to you

Oh my hanging

Somebody but all coming on spite baby

Loading nothing in yours whoa baby

Hmm hmm hmm hmm I wouldn't do for you

Pick upon this pick up baby pick up

Pick up this a blue jazz

Look here

Hmm ah ha ahh

Shhh uh uh shh hmm ah hmm

Ayy ah oh

Lord can't mush baby

Shh you you you you

Oh oh hmm hmm

You take me hold this bloating

And make my long hands turn apart

On my eve