(Richard Thompson) 



Johnny's joined a ceilidh band, 

They're known quite well throughout the land, The Drones 

The Drones are signed up on a cruise 

While Tracey's laying in the booze back home 

She's got herself another man, a smoothie 

While the kids are in the front room watching movies 

She's got him in a head lock, in an arm lock, in a jam 

She says, I can't express myself with my old man 



While Johnny's Far away on the Rolling, Rolling 

Johnny's Far Away On The Rolling Sea 



Johnny's cruising out to sea 

And he believes in chastity - for some 

The wealthy widows bill and coo 

He fends off one or two, and then succumbs 

As they're turning hard-a-port in the Bahamas 

He's turning her right out of her pyjamas 

He's turned her every which way to the rhythm of the sea 

He says, I can't express myself with my old lady 



While Johnny's Far away on the Rolling, Rolling 

Johnny's Far Away On The Rolling Sea 



Johnny's home, he opens up his door 

While someone's sneaking out the back 

And Tracey says, you look so poorly 

Sores and all, you need to see the quack 

She wipes the snot from off the kiddies' noses 

He charms her with eleven battered roses 

And by and by they get down to the job of man and wife 

Back to the old comforts of the missionary life 



While Johnny's Far away on the Rolling, Rolling 

Johnny's Far Away On The Rolling Sea