Black wind rising, red sun going down, Black wind rising, red sun going down. Got no home behind me, just the sea all around. Old wood talking, hear that low deck moan, Old wood talking, hear that low deck moan. I been sailing so damn long, even sorrow feels like home. Sailing the blues, sailing the blues, No road beneath my feet, nothing left to lose. East wind at my back, salt inside my shoes, Keep that old ship rolling... I'm sailing the blues. That thin string crying, like a voice across the foam, That thin string crying, calling somewhere far from home. My old slide answers, “Brother, you ain't alone.” Moon on the water, silver cut across the black, Moon on the water, silver cut across the black. Ain't asking where I'm going, ain't looking where I've been at. Sailing the blues, sailing the blues, No road beneath my feet, nothing left to lose. East wind at my back, salt inside my shoes, Keep that old ship rolling... I'm sailing the blues. Sail on... sail on... Let that old string cry. Sail on... sail on... Blues don't ask you why.
