Don McLean - Sea Man Lyrics
I walk down to the seaand I saw this crazy manHe was looking at meand he said "I have a plan"Yes, he said "I have a plan"He was black from the sunand his eyes were in tearsand his hand was so thickfrom the work of the yearsYes, his hand was so thickfrom the work of the yearsHe said "Please come with meto my home by the seaWe can smoke, drink and eatand you'll sit at my feetand I'll tell what I knowwhile the sea breezes blowfor I've tried to be freebut I'll soon have to go."And his house was his artand, nature, his wishit was sculpted from clayin the shape of a fishit was sculpted from clayin the shape for a fishAnd the caves in the backhad been arched into stoneand the creatures he keptmade him far from aloneYes, the creatures he keptmade him far from alone"I have only one sonin Chicago for lifeHe is separate from meand so is my wifeand I live in the sunand I hate what they've doneto my beautiful seaand what they'll do to me"And we walked from the housefor miles by the shoreand we picked up the trashthat they'd left by his door.Yes, we picked up the trashthat they'd left by his door.And the oil and the sludgegot stuck to my feetand the fish that were deadwere too poisoned to eat.Yes, the fish that were deadwere too poisoned to eat.And the blade cut his handand it's stiff from the scarand the butchers, called doctors,leave you worse than you areand we're all like the butcherswe cut into lifeand we like to see bloodon the end of our knife.And someday they will comeand bulldoze him downfor he has not a permitfrom the kings of the townNo, he has not a permitfrom the kings of the townAnd the doctors will comeand say he's afraidand they'll ruin this manand destroy what he madeAnd the pictures he keptwill be torn from his handwith the beautiful housethat he built on the sand
