Deckhands Delight
Downeast Royalty
Sweet Marie and Sternman Steve, duct-taped slickers and salt-crusted pride. A love letter to everyone who has ever hauled traps before sunrise.
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[Verse 1] Up before the morning fog burns off the bay Sweet Marie is idling at the dock at half past gray Sternman Steve is nursing something from a Styrofoam cup Thermos smells like diesel and ambition mixed together, yup Got the baitbags loaded, got the engine running rough Heading out to haul some traps through the chop and the stuff
[Chorus] This is the deckhand’s delight Salt on the face and you’re winning the fight Out on the water before the town wakes Counting your blessings and hauling your stakes Yeah, this is the life that the mainlanders dream Working your bones on the ol’ Sweet Marie
[Verse 2] Seagulls going crazy when the first trap breaks the surface Steve is pulling rope like he was built for this sole purpose Got a duct-tape slicker and a smile full of salt Running low on baitbags but it ain’t nobody’s fault Radio is crackling with the weather coming in We’ll make one more set before the swells begin
[Chorus] This is the deckhand’s delight Salt on the face and you’re winning the fight Out on the water before the town wakes Counting your blessings and hauling your stakes Yeah, this is the life that the mainlanders dream Working your bones on the ol’ Sweet Marie
[Bridge] And when the day is done and you’re tying up at dock With enough to pay the fuel and maybe buy a flock Of the boys another round down at the bar You know that nothing ever felt this close to heart
[Outro] Sweet Marie Sweet Marie Still idling at the dock Waiting on tomorrow When the bait clock starts the clock Yeah, this is the deckhand’s delight