But she came down a -runnin'
And got a job, paid a little more
She used to come down to the docks
A whole life ahead, nowhere to turn
That's how she came into my world
before I first saw her smile
And that was the day that
out on the St. Catherine,
You know the work is hard
in the hours that are long
I got in, I had to drive around town
but she couldn't be found
It was down at the daiquiri,
He had his hands on Mary,
she had tears in her eyes
Well, took me out to the car
I didn't even know what I'd done
Till I heard the policeman say
You better hope that it makes it
Or you ain't never gonna see her again
That I'll be the end of you
to get me out of that jail
But I had to put up with St. Catherine
and we were casting off the lines
something didn't feel right
out in the Gulf of Mexico
Well, I looked up and met her
Her hair was blowin' in the wind
we could never go back again
It was fifteen miles from Havana
The St. Catharines turn into a ghost