A Sailor's Christmas Lyrics
| Song | A Sailor's Christmas |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Christmas Island |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buffett, Guth | |
| Sail on the horizons, gotta landfall rendezvous | |
| Captain steers a well known course, he steers straight and true | |
| As he trims the sheets, he sings a song he learned on boats and bars | |
| Sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor 'neath the stars | |
| He's traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes | |
| He's logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain | |
| But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land | |
| He'll tell some lies, meet some spies and dance barefoot in the sand | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor on the hook | |
| Caye con les, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book | |
| The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor having fun | |
| There's a party down at | |
| Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers | |
| Faces in the shadows, | |
| God, I haven't seen for years | |
| A mast and shroud fill with lights 'neath the waning of the moon | |
| They're an airy celebration in the realm of | |
| King Neptune | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor on the hook | |
| Caye con les, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book | |
| The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor having fun | |
| Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea | |
| The North | |
| Pole is ocean's remote frozen balcony | |
| The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play' | |
| Cause nothing really matters, after all it's | |
| Christmas day | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbour on the hook | |
| Vaye con les, no work today, he read it in a book | |
| The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun | |
| A sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbour having fun | |
| A sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbour having fun | |
| Havin' fun, havin' fun, havin' fun |
| zuo ci : Buffett, Guth | |
| Sail on the horizons, gotta landfall rendezvous | |
| Captain steers a well known course, he steers straight and true | |
| As he trims the sheets, he sings a song he learned on boats and bars | |
| Sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor ' neath the stars | |
| He' s traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes | |
| He' s logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain | |
| But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land | |
| He' ll tell some lies, meet some spies and dance barefoot in the sand | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor on the hook | |
| Caye con les, no work today, let' s shell the ol' log book | |
| The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor having fun | |
| There' s a party down at | |
| Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers | |
| Faces in the shadows, | |
| God, I haven' t seen for years | |
| A mast and shroud fill with lights ' neath the waning of the moon | |
| They' re an airy celebration in the realm of | |
| King Neptune | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor on the hook | |
| Caye con les, no work today, let' s shell the ol' log book | |
| The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor having fun | |
| Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea | |
| The North | |
| Pole is ocean' s remote frozen balcony | |
| The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play' | |
| Cause nothing really matters, after all it' s | |
| Christmas day | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbour on the hook | |
| Vaye con les, no work today, he read it in a book | |
| The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun | |
| A sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbour having fun | |
| A sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbour having fun | |
| Havin' fun, havin' fun, havin' fun |
| zuò cí : Buffett, Guth | |
| Sail on the horizons, gotta landfall rendezvous | |
| Captain steers a well known course, he steers straight and true | |
| As he trims the sheets, he sings a song he learned on boats and bars | |
| Sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor ' neath the stars | |
| He' s traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes | |
| He' s logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain | |
| But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land | |
| He' ll tell some lies, meet some spies and dance barefoot in the sand | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor on the hook | |
| Caye con les, no work today, let' s shell the ol' log book | |
| The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor having fun | |
| There' s a party down at | |
| Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers | |
| Faces in the shadows, | |
| God, I haven' t seen for years | |
| A mast and shroud fill with lights ' neath the waning of the moon | |
| They' re an airy celebration in the realm of | |
| King Neptune | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor on the hook | |
| Caye con les, no work today, let' s shell the ol' log book | |
| The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbor having fun | |
| Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea | |
| The North | |
| Pole is ocean' s remote frozen balcony | |
| The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play' | |
| Cause nothing really matters, after all it' s | |
| Christmas day | |
| The sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbour on the hook | |
| Vaye con les, no work today, he read it in a book | |
| The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun | |
| A sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbour having fun | |
| A sailor spends his | |
| Christmas in a harbour having fun | |
| Havin' fun, havin' fun, havin' fun |
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