One More Night

In the fall of 1883 I had just one more load
 Of coal for the Cornish Jacks in the Silver Islet Mine
 Beneath the icy waves they picked and hacked at the silver caves
 The coal fires kept them dry
 And I never once did think that just a couple drinks
 Could cause that mine to die
 For 17 good years I've been a faithful captain here
 Always had an eye for the weather
 And it's an easy thing to say, if you're looking for someone to blame
 That the captain should have known better
 And everyone still thinks that the captain's love of drink
 Is why that silver mine died
 I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
 Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
 The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right
 To set the time of sail, and to stay here where it's warm
 One More Night
 The captain of my ship and the master of my pride
 But still there's an undertow in every sailor's mind
 And the blue of Sally's eyes and the warmth of her thighs
 Spoke to me in terms that could not be denied
 I turned my back on the lake, thinking she would wait
 And give me a little more time
 With gin and love half-crazed we'd lain there for three days
 When I staggered to the window to catch a breath of air
 I remember Sally laughed as an icy winter blast
 Caught me in the face and snapped back my hair
 And one thought filled my head, as I fell back on the bed
 That silver mine's gonna die
 And I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
 Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
 The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right
 To set the time of sail, and to stay here where it's warm
 One More Night
 We stoked the boilers hot
 But the Tuttle she was caught
 No way to get the lake to change her stubborn mind
 There was no way to entice that wretched winter ice
 To leave a channel open to the Silver Islet Mine
 And with no coal to fire the pumps
 In November all at once
 The lake had drowned that mine
 In the fall of 1883
 Just one more load of coal would have saved the Silver Islet Mine
 I know that I'm to blame, and I must bear the shame
 But try to understand the nature of my crime
 I was unfaithful to the lake
 She raged at my mistake she wanted that mine to die
 And i could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
 Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
 The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right
 To set the time of sail
 I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
 Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
 The Tuttle is your ship, and you surely have the right
 To set the time of sail
 I could hear the voice of gin whisper in my ear
 Or maybe it was Sally saying "Who's the captain here?"
 The Tuttle is your ship
 You surely have the right
 To set the time of sail
 And to stay here where it's warm
 One more night