Key West Run Lyrics

Workin’ the long day I wipe the sweat from my brow

Under the Thousand Island sun

In those cane fields, lord it beat down

And a poor boy’s work is never done

Breakin’ my back at my old man’s house

Takin’ each harvest as it comes

Load the schooner and set sail south

With cane spirits for the Key West run

With cane spirits for the Key West run

He said Son, in hard work you’ll find God

It’s our grace and what makes us men

I don’t know if that’s horse shit or not

But I still think about him now and then

Cause God came ‘round and take all we got

In the Great Hurricane of 1910

Blew the house down and wipe out the crops

And a year later the old man was dead

A year later the old man was dead

Well it’s been ten years since I tore my hands

In the sugarcane fields back home

And I got a little house down on heaven’s white sand

Up on Marco where I run my ship from

Cause the day the old man died I dropped God’s plan

Sailed that schooner into the setting sun

I hit Key West, and then up north I ran

With a six-shooter and a payload of Cuban rum

A Colt six-shooter and a payload of Cuban rum

I don’t hurt nobody and the money is good

And I take each day as it comes

And I do my best to live my life the way I should

And I wonder if I’m still my father’s son

But the law and the lord himself can kiss my ass, Dad

Or find theirselves on the wrong end of my gun

Cause that open Gulf breeze is all I’ll ever need

And a swift schooner for the Key West run

Oh that open Gulf breeze is all I’ll ever need

And a swift schooner for the Key West run

And a swift schooner for the Key West run