Sea of Rum - White Rabbits, Alexander Joseph Even, Stephen Daniel Patterson

Saint Michael, the archangel

Came down and he ran out the devil

The devil went and hid in a fishing town

Now he lives off the beach off Long Island Sound

And he plays his drums by the sea of rum

Sit in the sun all day, watching ships sail away

Then Michael would put him back in the ground

But he won’t find the devil in Stanford town

When I was younger I got in trouble

I was a sailor, I fell for the bottle

Of all the places I was ever sent

I met the devil off the coast of Connecticut

And he played his drums by the sea of rum

Stayed up all night and drank until I woke in the tank

and Michael would put him back in the ground

But he won’t find the devil in Stanford town

And he played his drums by the sea of rum

Cards up his sleeves they fall like leafs

Save money, when the day is done

Cause I’ll be back at your door when my money’s gone