Swamp Guy Kayton

Ballard of Amos Newton

07:10

Lyrics

Amos was about six, six foot four
Skinny as a rail and limber as a young pine
Cheeks like louie armstrong and his eyes are the road map home
South Norfolk only placed he ever go

Shipyard can make, make a young man
75 brought the end to the draft and the war
Take a bull by the horns don’t mean he’ll getter done
Youthful years are no longer on the run

Work blues and a patch, patch with a name
18 inch pipe wrench and fifty foot of inch and a half hose
Forty foot upside a tanker its time to cut her loose
Dry dock’s down smoke signals diffuse

From the liquor in his veins to the moonshine in his eyes
Time makes a hero and young man wise

Unlikely as the color, color of our skin
Respect reigns down as the night shift settles in
Tug boats distant echo through the grinding sand blast
Graveyard fads a young man’s tan fast

Lunch whistle blows as we break, break for the gate
First time I stepped foot in a black mans home
Pride rolls across his face as his wife kept us feed
Son of a boss at his table to break bread

We lower our heads thankful, thankful to be alive
Center piece of the table not a single word was said
First time my eyes laid sight on a loaded gun
Downed a few shots headed back to the yard to get it done

From the liquor in his veins to the moonshine in his eyes
Time makes a hero and young man wise

Summer fades as schools about to begin
Books can’t teach what admiration can
Nothing like hard work to drive a boy into a man
Theres no stopping when you know you can

Sitting down at the end, end of the dock
Boots gloves a hard hat and an old pipe wrench
Some say he made it for the gate others say he still cuts’m free
Mr Newton your a better man than me

Forty years later seems like, like yesterday
You know right is tight and left is always lose
We know where we are when we know where we’ve begin
A man is not made by the color of his skin

From the liquor in his veins to the moonshine in his eyes
Time makes a hero and young man wise

From the liquor in his veins to the moonshine in his eyes
Time makes a hero and young man wise