Typhoon winds come a blowin’ in.
As this boat pulls on to shore.
I wish my Okinawa Mama was here with me.
To give me shelter from the storm.
Give me shelter from the storm.
It’s been five long years,since I last saw her.
My sweetheart was singing by the sea.
I did’t understand a word she said.
But I know that she loved me.
Oh, I know that she loved me.
My granddaddy was a steel-driving man.
My daddy was a sailor he died at sea.
I’ve been a loyal soldier,
I fought for my country.
Oh but my country don’t love me.
My country don’t love me.
So I’m packin my bags,
I’m going over the hill.
My Okinawa Mama on my mind.
I’m sick and tired of death,
I’m sick and tired of fightin’.
I’m sick and tired of crying.
Oh, I’m sick and tired of crying.
Don’t you try and stop me,
my love is a storm.
Drifting across the sea.
I’ll drown you crew,
I’ll tear down your ship.
Cause my baby is waiting for me.
Oh yes, I know she’s waiting for me.
My granddaddy always said to his captain.
“A man is just a man.”
I ain’t gonna let no machine beat me down.
I’d rather die by my own hand.
Oh, I’d rather die by my on hand.
