I thought I heard the old man say,
John can I can I can too rye-ay.
Today, today, it's a holiday.
John can I can I can too rye-ay.
Too rye-ay, oh, too rye-ay.
John can I can I can too rye-ay.
We're bound away at the break of day.
Hoo, John can I can I can too rye-ay.
We're bound away for Frisco Bay.
Hoo, John can I can I can too rye-ay.
Too rye-ay, oh, too rye-ay.
John can I can I can too rye-ay.
Them Frisco girls ain't got no combs.
Hoo, John can I can I can too rye-ay.
They comb their hair with a herringback bone.
Hoo, John can I can I can too rye-ay.
Too rye-ay, oh, too rye-ay.
John can I can I can too rye-ay.
Just one more heave and that'll do.
Hoo, John can I can I can too rye-ay.
Cause we're the crew to pull her through.
Hoo, John can I can I can too rye-ay.
Too rye-ay, oh, too rye-ay.
John can I can I can too rye-ay.
I thought I heard the old man say.
Hoo, John can I can I can too rye-ay.
Today, today, it's a holiday.
Hoo, John can I can I can too rye-ay.
Too rye-ay, oh, too rye-ay.
John can I can I can too rye-ay.