| Song | We've Been A Hundread Men/Reprise: Heading For South America |
| Artist | Dan McCafferty |
| Album | Into the Ring |
| We've been a hundred men and now we are ten | |
| On this rotten boat | |
| Ninety dreams we've buried in the sand | |
| Not one of them comes back again | |
| And all we needed was a piece of land | |
| A handful of sand in nowhere-land | |
| We were young we were brave we were bold | |
| Our visions come to an end | |
| One thousond days have made us grow old | |
| And the wind's still blowing mighty cold | |
| And all we needed was a piece of land | |
| A handful of sand in nowhere-land | |
| All we needed was a piece of land | |
| A handful of sand in nowhere-land | |
| All that's left is so small so small | |
| But the last ones will be | |
| The first after all | |
| Reprise | |
| So let's make sail the tide is right | |
| The winds are blowing strong | |
| Say farewell to dreams that died | |
| The way back home is long | |
| No more headin' for south america | |
| No more headin' for an island | |
| 'cause someone else was there before | |
| And killed the land from shore to shore . | |
| And if we don't hurry, boys | |
| We'll soon find out the end of the story… |
| We' ve been a hundred men and now we are ten | |
| On this rotten boat | |
| Ninety dreams we' ve buried in the sand | |
| Not one of them comes back again | |
| And all we needed was a piece of land | |
| A handful of sand in nowhereland | |
| We were young we were brave we were bold | |
| Our visions come to an end | |
| One thousond days have made us grow old | |
| And the wind' s still blowing mighty cold | |
| And all we needed was a piece of land | |
| A handful of sand in nowhereland | |
| All we needed was a piece of land | |
| A handful of sand in nowhereland | |
| All that' s left is so small so small | |
| But the last ones will be | |
| The first after all | |
| Reprise | |
| So let' s make sail the tide is right | |
| The winds are blowing strong | |
| Say farewell to dreams that died | |
| The way back home is long | |
| No more headin' for south america | |
| No more headin' for an island | |
| ' cause someone else was there before | |
| And killed the land from shore to shore . | |
| And if we don' t hurry, boys | |
| We' ll soon find out the end of the story |