I'm sittin' in a bar in Morgan City, in the state of Louisiana.I've just been made captain of a cargo boat.I worked my way up from Jack Han.They take me for a native here.I've heard my speech turned soft and slow, but it's just been five years since I camedown from New Hampshire to earn my living on the Gulf of Mexico, Mexico.Oil money can lure a man away from home, and I was one of many boys who set off onhis own.Oil money, a million jobs in the oil trade, a million dollars waiting to be made.I've got friends here who just came down from the pipeline.I know college boys who work as roustabouts, but the hours are long.But they say you can't beat the pay, and that's what it's all about.So tonight you'll find me drinking.I'll celebrate my promotion, then go home.I've got a pocket full of change I don't know what to do with.I've got one eye on a bottle and one eye on the payphone.Hello operator, information for New Hampshire, no town special, anyone will do.There's nobody back there left for me to talk with.I just want to hear the operator talk the way I used to.