White Port

For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue

The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes

I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride

And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side

I came into the world of things a pauper I am told

For the things I never got, I'm thankful to my bones

With all its lack of gold and green my life has good supply

Of treasure in the silver stars and white port at my side

For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue

The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes

I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride

And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side

My Denver lass I promised that I'd be out west that day

I headed east as fast as my two feet could back away

All compliments and commitments I've dispensed far and wide

But all was said with smiling face and white port at my side

For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue

The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes

I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride

And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side

Now pirate lads and scallywags are brethren to me

A sailin' man with no good plan, that's something I could be

But just as quick will I jump ship if told to get in line

Send my bones to Davy Jones with white port at my side

For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue

The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes

I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride

And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side

Now lastly I will say that I ain't seen a bad run yet

An' when the boss says time to get, I'll get with no regret

With heaven made I'll stake some shade and air myself out right

Double check that none suspect the white port at my side

With heaven made I'll stake some shade, I'll stay there till I die

Double check that none suspect the white port at my side

For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue

The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes

I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride

And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side

I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride

And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side