There's an ocean, we can sail outside the far reef
There's a story I could tell if you would let me
But if the land you're comin' from won't let you listen
Take your pen in hand and cut me from this narration
High, hang me high
It's a story of a lad with a tambourine
He did shake it when the vessel came to higher seas
His mother warned him of the perils in the underworld
How he tried to fare, I doubt that you would even care
High, hang me high
Please forgive me if I haven't offered a glass or two
Understand this man's been shaking tambourines for you
There's so much for us to find out in the open sea
But if you prefer the coast then find me a swingin' post
