I Owe my Soul to West Marine…

I posted this to my sailing groups… But not publically. A Maness Original, with profound apologies to Tennessee Ernie Ford.

(To the tune of 16 Tons)

maintenanceSome people see a sailor, say he’s got it good
Poor sailor spends his life misunderstood
It looks so easy when the sunny wind blows
But there’s a hole in the water where his money goes

You fix sixteen holes, what do you get
The boat’s still leakin’ and the bilge is still wet
I’ve spent more money than you’ve ever seen
I owe my soul to West Marine.

I started one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
Signed all the papers and the sailboat was mine
Untied from the pier, sailed out for the bay
The curse was on me from the very first day

You fix sixteen holes, what do you get
The boat’s still leakin’ and the bilge is still wet
I’ve spent more money than you’ve ever seen
I owe my soul to West Marine.

The wind started howling, it was a rising gale
It blew right through all of my brand new sails
Thought I’d be alright but I was going too slow
There was three feet of water when I looked below

You fix sixteen holes, what do you get
The boat’s still leakin’ and the bilge is still wet
I’ve spent more money than you’ve ever seen
I owe my soul to West Marine.

Now she’s lyin on the bottom, my heart just sank
But I’ll bring her up again, another loan from the bank
When you see me coming, man toss me a line
Cause I don’t have a dime I can still call mine

You fix sixteen holes, what do you get
The boat’s still leakin’ and the bilge is still wet
I’ve spent more money than you’ve ever seen
I owe my soul to West Marine.

— Capt. Bill Maness, SV Shindyah

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