The Dreadnoughts - Katie, Bar The Door lyrics
[The Dreadnoughts - Katie, Bar The Door lyrics]
Katie, bar the door, the Devil's here again
He's looking for a savior
He's looking for a friend
The Devil drinks in places you
And I have never been
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in
When I was just a young'un, Sarah
Came without a sound
She said this ship had sank
And now many soldiers drowned said that
Damn I met the Devil on the banks of hostelry
We took three hundred British to
The bottom of the sea
When I was eighteen years old
I was down in the hold
Of a prison ship bound for Australia
Many good men were we
On the bastard of the sea
And the ghost of a highwayman sails, her, ya!
Has he cursed or damned you
Or brought you to the well
Or had you shuck and sully
Seven miles below hell
For doomed trips and Coffin ships
The smiling bastards lay
Counting out their pennies to
Spend another day
When I was eighteen years old
I was down in the hold
Of a prison ship bound for Australia
Many good men were we
On the bastard of the sea
And a ghost of a highwayman sails, her, ya!
So, Katie, bar the door
The Devil's here again
He's looking for a savior
He's looking for a friend
The Devil drinks in places you
And I have never been
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in
He's looking for a savior
He's looking for a friend
The Devil drinks in places you
And I have never been
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in
When I was just a young'un, Sarah
Came without a sound
She said this ship had sank
And now many soldiers drowned said that
Damn I met the Devil on the banks of hostelry
We took three hundred British to
The bottom of the sea
When I was eighteen years old
I was down in the hold
Of a prison ship bound for Australia
Many good men were we
On the bastard of the sea
And the ghost of a highwayman sails, her, ya!
Has he cursed or damned you
Or brought you to the well
Or had you shuck and sully
Seven miles below hell
For doomed trips and Coffin ships
The smiling bastards lay
Counting out their pennies to
Spend another day
When I was eighteen years old
I was down in the hold
Of a prison ship bound for Australia
Many good men were we
On the bastard of the sea
And a ghost of a highwayman sails, her, ya!
So, Katie, bar the door
The Devil's here again
He's looking for a savior
He's looking for a friend
The Devil drinks in places you
And I have never been
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in