Brandi
Brandi By Long Leggs With apologies to Lookinglass There's a port on a western bay Where they serve a hundred ships a day Lonely sailors pass their time away And talk about their loves. Theirs a girl in this harbor town And she works laying whiskey down They say Brandi serve another round She serves them whiskey and wine. I really didn't start out to be a bar maid. In fact when I was a little boy (Yes I said boy) all I wanted to be was a sailor like my father,...