American
Sailor
On a foreign shore
There to serve his country
In time of war
Walks to the dock every morning
Waits for the ships to come in
Wishing he was the stamp
On the letter he's mailing home
So he could soon
Be back in her arms again
Instead of feelin' like a ship in a bottle,
tryin' to get out, sail away
Like a ship in a bottle, tryin' to get out,
sail away
And she was an entertainer
back home in
Alabama
Playin' angel from
Montgomery in the holidays
Mobile up to
Birmingham and the
picture on her piano
Went with her every night to her room
Slept on the pillow beside her
While she lay awake and
thinking about her sailor
Nine months away across the waters in
June
Feeling like a ship in a bottle
Trying to get out and sail away
Like a ship in a bottle
Tryin' to get out and sail away
Soon
Someday they're gonna be together
Soon
One day they won't be oceans apart
Soon
Everyday seems like forever
when you're in love
And not with your love
You ought to be with the one you love
A young
American sailor
Home from the war
Lies on a blanket with his new bride
As the southern sun is sinking on the
Gulf
Coast shore
Sealed in an empty champagne bottle
No content in both of their names
Sent for a ride on the evening tide
No threat
The ship has sailed
Away
Salute