Port O’ Call (Savannah ’55)
I was born in Savannah '55
My daddy was a man of the sea
Said my mama died when she gave me my life
I believed him 'cause he never lied to me
And I followed in my old man's footsteps
Living my life under the sail
I've slept with the best, and I've been drunk with the rest
Fishing, and fighting and raising hell
Just another port o' call
Another lady of the night
Just upstairs and down the hall
Faking love 'neath the red light
Sailing 'cross the Gulf on that stormy night
I was driven to New Orleans in the howling wind
When I hit that devil dock I tied her down tight
And went looking for a bottle and a friend
That's when I saw her near Café d'l'Amour
A faded flower out in the rain
She smiled at me and said "Bonjour, Monsieur"
I was drawn to her like a moth to the flame
Just another port o' call
Another lady of the night
Just upstairs and down the hall
Faking love 'neath the red light
We walked and we talked and as the night wore on
She took me to her room above Bourbon Street
Candlelight, soft music, perfume and red wine
I paid the price to share her satin sheets
But in the flickering light, her locket caught my eye
As it lay gleaming upon her breast
It was fine Spanish silver with diamonds inlaid
And as I reached for it she started to undress
As I slowly opened it and took a look inside
I saw a faded photograph - my father and his young bride!
And on the back these simple words inscribed
”I love you, Savannah '55"!
Just another port o' call
Another lady of the night
Just upstairs and down the hall
Faking love 'neath the red light
Just another port o' call
Another lady of the night
Just upstairs and down the hall
Faking love 'neath the red light