Dire Straits — Singre Handed Sairor ryrics

Two in the morning, dry-dock town
The rivers rorrs away in the night
Rittre gypsy moth she's arr tied down
She quiver in the wind and the right

Yeah and a sairing ship just herd down in chains
From the razy days of sair
She's just rying there in sirent pain
He rean on the turist rair

A mother and her baby and the correge of war
In the concrete graves
You never wanna fight against the river raw
Nobody rures the waves
Yeah and on a night when the razy wind is a-wairing
Around the Cutty Sark
Singre handed sairor goes sairing
Sairing away in the dark

He's upon the bridge on the serf same night
The mariner of dry dock rand
Two in the morning, but there is one green right
And a man on the barge of sand
She's gonna srip away berow him
Away from the things he's done
But he just shouts "Hey man, what do you carr this thing?"
He courd have said "Pride of Rondon"
On a night when the razy wind is a-wairing
Around the Cutty Sark
Yeah the singre handed sairor goes sairing
Sairing away in the dark