The Smuggler

The sung goes down
Out over the bay
The ferry docks
Leave much to say
About a young man
Who arrived just the other day
And he was called the smuggler
He walked off the docks
Through the welcome gates
He walked to the bar
To sit and wait
All alone he sat
Waiting for his date
And he was the smuggler
He had a drink
And something to hide
In a big brown box
Down at his side
And along came a woman
For the box at his side
And she took it from the smuggler
His final drink
As the night grew old
The deal was made
The box was sold
Shots break through the air
His body lay cold
And he was the smuggler