He’s down there waitin’… Countin’ souls like coins in a jar. And every sailor’s debt comes due… Under the cold, blue star. Got salt in my veins, rust on my tongue, The ocean hums the songs I sung. The tide pulls hard, the rope feels tight, Davy’s waitin’ for me tonight. I got the Davy Jones blues, Draggin’ me down to where the dark wind moves. No preacher, no prayer, no holy shoes — Just the sound of chains and the Davy Jones blues. My ship went down, but my sins still float, Whiskey burns and so does hope. The gulls all laugh where the stormwind moans, Every drop of rain’s a rolling stone. Come down, come drown, The sea remembers every sound. I got the Davy Jones blues, The waves don’t care who they choose. Your heart stops slow, your boots unglue — Then the sea starts hummin’ the Davy Jones blues. Ain’t no grave down there… Just the deep, and him.
