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Man, what an awesome song. After the first two words you'll recognize it and know I didn't write it. And you're right, I didn't write it. Lived it.

Brandy

There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And theres a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say Brandy fetch another round
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy you're a fine girl
"What a good wife you would be
Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of the finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summers day
Bringing gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home

The sailors say "Brandy you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Yeah Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
She loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say

She hears him say "Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my love, and my lady, is the sea"


So.....can I get an amen for '70s AM radio?

Misty eyed and reminiscing, out
Travelin' Ed