-> "Elvis Has Done "FitzGerald!""
Original Song Title:
"Kentucky Rain/In The Ghetto"
(MP3)
Parody Song Title:
"Elvis Has Done "FitzGerald!""
The Lyrics
Thirty rained soaked hours and a Big Lake's breadth ago
We embarked on November ore run
Don't know why The Witch
Would make us toss and pitch
All I know is Skip says .. "We'll hold our own!"
So we're plowing thru the waves, trying to fix the hatch
On this storm tossed Wisconsin tac boat
Took water much too long, this sea's so strong
That it swamped us, without knowing ... something's wrong!
Superior's waves keep crashing down
Just ahead, another trough that we go plunging through
With the strain on our keel ... Witch is for real!
With her rogue Superior waves .. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
With her rogue Superior waves
Heard our epitaph from an old gray bearded cook
Standing on the deck outside the galley stores
He said "Fellas, it's too rough" but when we called his bluff
He said "Fellas, hey you've all ... been good to know!"
Finally got a call from The Anderson who asked
Are you flound'ring in this cold dark Witch's brew?
As the main hatch broke away, as we listed, Cap explained
His last words, more like a prayer ... that we'd pull through!
Superior's waves keep crashing down
Just ahead another trough that we must plunge into
With the strain on our keel ... Legend's for real!
Of the rogue Superior waves .. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Of the rogue Superior waves
(Break to slow, change of pace guitar solo)
As the waves rise
On a stormy, gray Superior night
And another ore freighter's gone from sight
'Tis The Gerald
And the old cook cries
Cause if there's one thing that he don't need
It's a bunch of queasy crew to feed
On The Gerald
Fellas don't you understand
The Fitz needs The Divine's hand
Or we'll never make the safety of Whitefish Bay
Take a look at you and me
Will we survive these seas
Or will we simply be the subject
Of a Lightfoot song someday
Well the storm blows
And a seasoned old captain and his seasoned crew
Fight the rough seas of the Gitchie Goom
On The Gerald
And the peril grows
So they start to work the ballast pump
But the taconite ore makes the hold a sump
On The Gerald
Then at height of tribulation, three rogue waves top the rail
They swamp the hold, depress the bow
Crack the hull, and Fitz goes .. straight ..down
And the daughters cry
As a crowd gathers round a musty old hall
Church bell makes the peal for each man who did fall
On The Gerald
And as the church bells chime
On a stormy, gray November night
And another ore freighter's gone from sight
'Tis The Gerald
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