I must have been reading a book about Muddy or Alan Lomax when I wrote this one. It's about a soldier's last night of freedom before shipping out to Europe. "Seabird" is Memphis slang for a jukebox.
Well it’s the last few hours for the volunteers
Last few hours before they ship on out of here
Satan is Italian and he’s walking the earth
Feels like my fingers are turning into dirt
So won’t you put a nickel in the seabird's eye
Make sure to play it loud enough to make it all right
Well it’s the Dipsy Doodle down on Beale Street
There’s no escape from tomorrow no escape from the heat
My girlfriend she’s big boned and she’s true
She’s all I need forever I’m telling you
So won’t you put a nickel in the seabird's eye
Make sure to play it loud enough to save my life
Before I fly across the ocean my dear
So won’t you put a nickel in the seabird's eye
Tomorrow night a sergeant's gonna sing my lullaby
From Turkey Doolin at the Ya’ll Zig, released July 12, 2019
Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP (464341364). Published by Watery Grave
Recorded by Yuval Ziegler
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