Five O'Clock Somewhere

Welcome to Five O'Clock Somewhere, where it doesn't matter what time zone you're in; it's five o'clock somewhere. We'll look at rural life, especially as it happens in Rio Arriba County, New Mexico, cats, sailing (particularly Etchells racing yachts), and bits of grammar and Victorian poetry.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Sailboat Racing Queen

with apologies to Jim Croce

Gonna tell you a story that you won’t believe
But I fell in love last friday evenin’
With a girl I saw on a speeding j-twenty-four

Well I was just gettin’ ready to head for home
When she caught my eye and I turned around
And I went on through a couple o’ more tacks and gybes

The day that I fell in love with a sailboat racing queen
Round and round, oh round and round
The surest-sailin’ woman
That anybody ever seen
Down in the marina

She was all concentration at five foot two
A boat drivin’ mama
Who knew all the rules
She knew how to point
And she knew how to round them race buoys

And the sailing club race committee said
That there weren’t nothin’ stoppin’ her from gettin’ ahead
Her crew calls her cap’n
But all her buddies called her sue

You know that I fell in love with a sailboat racing queen
Round and round, oh round and round
The surest-sailin’ woman
That anybody ever seen
Down in the marina

Round and round, go round and round
Round and round, go round and round
Round and round

Well I could not help it
But to fall in love
With this seaworthy woman
I been speakin’ of
Things looked kind of bad
Until the day she sailed right into my life

Well she might be cunning
She might be fast
But I never met a person
Who would tell her that
She’s my keelboat hauler
My tiller-holdin’ round-the-mark mama

You know that I fell in love with a sailboat racing queen
Round and round, oh round and round
The surest-sailin’ woman
That anybody ever seen
Down in the marina

Round and round, go round and round
Round and round, go round and round
Round and round