Tin Cup Chalice

I want to go back to the island
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin’
Give me oysters and beer for dinner every day of the year
And I’ll feel fine, I’ll feel fine

‘Cause I want to be there
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine
And I’m-a chewin’ on a honeysuckle vine

Yeah, now the Sun goes slidin’ ‘cross the water
Sailboats, they go searchin’ for the breeze
Salt air it ain’t thin
It can stick right to your skin
And make you feel fine
It makes you feel fine

‘Cause I want to be there
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine
And I’m-a chewin’ on a honeysuckle vine

Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal
Get that Packard up and let’s move
I want to be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind
I’ve made up my mind

‘Cause I want to be there
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine
And I’m-a chewin’ on a honeysuckle vine