Lyrics
(Verse 1) Dusty boots on a teakwood deck
A weathered noose around his neck
He’s got a six-shooter strapped to a cutlass belt
The toughest hand that the devil dealt
From the dry Mojave to the Caribbean blue
He’s the only captain of a horse-drawn crew.
(Chorus)
Oh, Scurvy Redbeard, the terror of the plains
Where the salt-crust settles on the bridle reins
He’ll rope a shark and he’ll brand the sea
The bucking-bronco pirate of the West Indies
Yo-ho, giddy-up, and a bottle of rum
Redbeard’s riding till the morning comes
(Verse 2) He don’t want gold, he don’t want jewels
Just a sturdy mast and some stubborn mules
His ship’s got spurs and his saddle’s got sails
He leaves a wake of whiskey on the cattle trails
He’ll broadside a wagon, he’ll hijack a barge
With a "Yee-haw, mateys!" and a thundering charge.
(Bridge)
He’s got dust on his shoulder, and salt on his back
He's a cowboy pirate, tipping his hat.
He spits black tobacco in the coral reef
The ocean’s outlaw and the desert’s thief.
(Chorus)
Oh, Scurvy Redbeard, the terror of the plains
Where the salt-crust settles on the bridle reins
He’ll rope a shark and he’ll brand the sea
The bucking-bronco pirate of the West Indies
Yo-ho, giddy-up, and a bottle of rum
Redbeard’s riding till the morning comes. (Outro)
So keep your hatches bolted and your corrals tight
When the Jolly Roger flies in the desert light
That cowboy pirate, is strapping a Sattle
To leap aboard, into battle!
Scurvy Redbeard the cowboy pirate