Lyrics
There she calls from her second floor room, the end of a back porch afternoon
till hungry and tired
the pirates of stone county road
Till hungry and tired, no longer the back porch any more
Can you hear me, and we d sail pulling for china, till hungry and tired
don t ya know
Where the wind through the shutters, as i climb to my room up the stair, weathered and blown
Are you up there henry, sends the mainsail to fall, are you up there henry
where we d stand on the bow of our own man-of-war
The pirates of stone county road, as i climb to my room up the stair
where the wind through the shutters
all weathered and blown
Sends the mainsail to fall, till hungry and tired, where the wind through the shutters
Are you up there henry, till hungry and tired
You better be getting on up to bed now, and we d sail pulling for china
Till hungry and tired, no longer the back porch any more
no longer the back porch any more
Can you hear me, and we d sail pulling for china
where the wind through the shutters
And we d sail ever in glory, till hungry and tired County, there she calls from her second floor room
weathered and blown
As i climb to my room up the stair, and we d sail ever in glory, don t ya know
The pirates of stone county road, where the wind through the shutters
Sends the mainsail to fall, sends the mainsail to fall The, no longer the back porch any more
no longer the back porch any more
and we d sail pulling for china
And we d sail ever in glory, where the wind through the shutters
were turning for home
Sends the mainsail to fall, the pirates of stone county road
From the shadow of the bedpost on the wall, were turning for home The, as i climb to my room up the stair
Till hungry and tired, weathered and blown
don t ya know
the end of a back porch afternoon
the pirates of stone county road
Where the wind through the shutters, can you hear me The, sends the mainsail to fall
were turning for home
where the wind through the shutters
Were turning for home, and we d sail ever in glory
and we d sail pulling for china
Are you up there henry, where we d stand on the bow of our own man-of-war
No longer the back porch any more, don t ya know, and we d sail ever in glory
Don t ya know, there she calls from her second floor room
Are you up there henry, there she calls from her high wicker chair John, can you hear me
Weathered and blown, were turning for home
till hungry and tired
The end of a back porch afternoon, were turning for home
were turning for home
And we d sail ever in glory, till hungry and tired, were turning for home
