Greenhorn on the Northwestern
I've been a greenhorn on the Northwestern
Let me tell you, it's not as easy as it seems!
I've had a meltdown and a breakdown,
And one time I fell facedown
On the deck
When a wave came in.
And I've been a greenhorn on the Northwestern
And if Hell froze over, I know where it'd be!
And it's not the Gobi Dessert or Iceland in the winter,
Hell is where I work
In the awful Bering Sea!
What made me be a greenhorn on the Northwestern?
Mama, if you love me, TAKE ME HOME!
Send them a replacement,
Get my bro out of the basement,
Just take me home,
PLEASE take me home!
I wish I weren't a greenhorn on the Northwestern
My poor old spine ain't all it used to be!
Working every hour with a deck boss that is sour,
You'd think we're made of metal
The way we're working
On the Sea!
I am a greenhorn on the Northwestern
It ain't a pretty sight when grown men cry!
There was no trace of crab in the pots we tried to grab
Just a bunch of snails
And a couple of fisheyes!
I've survived being a greenhorn on the Northwestern
My beard is frozen solid and my fingers, they won't bend!
And all I got's to show for all the hours spent offshore
Is a couple grand
That I'll soon spend!
I ain't never going back to the Northwestern
My face is still raw from all the ocean spray!
But I do need the cash now
To buy that awesome two-ton snow plough,
Hey, maybe I'll come back
To the Bering Sea someday!