Pirate Jenny - Live At Carnegie Hall, New York, 1964

You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors
 And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking
 Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell
 In this crummy Southern town
 In this crummy old hotel
 But you'll never guess to who you're talkin'
 No, you couldn't ever guess to who you're talkin'
 Then one night there's a scream in the night
 And you'll wonder who could that have been
 And you see me kinda grinnin' while I'm scrubbin'
 And you say, "What's she got to grin?"
 I'll tell you
 There's a ship
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 The Black Freighter
 With a skull on its masthead
 Will be coming in
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 You gentlemen can say, "Hey gal, finish them floors!
 Get upstairs! What's wrong with you! Earn your keep here!"
 You toss me your tips
 And look out to the ships
 But I'm counting your heads
 As I'm making the beds
 Cuz there's nobody gonna sleep here
 Tonight, nobodys gonna sleep here, honey
 Nobody
 Nobody
 Then one night there's a scream in the night
 And you say, "Who's that kicking up a row?"
 And you see me kinda starin' out the winda
 And you say, "What's she got to stare at now?"
 I'll tell ya
 There's a ship
 The Black Freighter
 Turns around around in the harbor
 Shootin' guns from her bow
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 Now
 You gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face
 Cause every building in town is a flat one
 This whole frickin' place will be down to the ground
 Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound
 And you yell, "Why do they spare that one?"
 Yes
 That's what you say
 "Why do they spare that one?"
 All the night through, through the noise and to-do
 You wonder who is that person that lives up there?
 And you see me stepping out in the morning
 Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair
 And the ship
 The Black Freighter
 Runs a flag up its masthead
 And a cheer rings the air
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 By noontime the dock
 Is a-swarmin' with men
 Comin' out from the ghostly freighter
 They move in the shadows
 Where no one can see
 And they're chainin' up people
 And they're bringin' em to me
 Askin' me,
 "Kill them NOW, or LATER?"
 Askin' ME!
 "Kill them now, or later?"
 Noon by the clock
 And so still at the dock
 You can hear a foghorn miles away
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 And in that quiet of death
 I'll say, "Right now
 Right now"
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 Then they pile up the bodies
 And I'll say
 "That'll learn ya!"
 And the ship
 The Black Freighter
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 Disappears out to sea
 And
 On
 It
 Is
 Me