I served my time in the yards by the Tyne
Dined in the dust of the old Westoe mine
Busted my nuts sailing ships of the line
Now I’m laid down like an old vintage wine
I’m doing the best that I can
Time’s on my shoulder - sand falls through glass
Winters grow colder and all things must pass
Still splice the mainbrace - while watching the sun
Over the yardarm - to help my wheels run
And I’m doing the best that I can
Chorus:
Doing the best that I can
Easy & slow - go with the flow -I am no man
with a plan
I’m doing the best that I can
I rise lock horns with the day as it dawns
That time is my time - before the world yawns
Coffee pot purring and spurring to life
Sunrise is stirring as sweet as my wife
And I’m doing the best that I can
Books are old friends that I take from the shelf
Rich in ideas - I plunder their wealth
We walk together - by life’s golden stream
Pages to travel - I’m living the dream
And I’m doing the best that I can
Chorus:
Doing the best that I can
Say what I mean - mean what I say - sometimes I don’t give a damn
I’m doing the best that I can
ending:
Still fix my bayonet - not looking to hide
Fighting the system - a thorn in its side
Last thing in life - thatI’ll lose is my pride
I’m doing the best that I can
