Mates the wicked wind blows All hands there are crates to unload Before the setting sun There's work to be done Mates the wicked wind blows Mates the wicked wind blows The devil drives spikes in my bones Before the setting sun, There's work to be done, Mates the wicked wind blows Heave the line boys, ho the line Never mind the cold Heaven might be higher, But whiskey holds the fire Steady as she goes Mates wrap the line pull the slack All hands there are crates to unpack Before the setting sun There's work to be done, Mates wrap the line pull the slack Mates wrap the line pull the slack The devil rides a monkey on my back Before the setting sun There's work to be done Mates wrap the line pull the slack Heave the line boys, ho the line Never mind the cold Heaven might be higher, But whiskey holds the fire Steady as she goes Mates it's the end of the day All hands for whiskey make the way Past the setting sun There's work to be done Mates it's the end of the day Mates it's the end of the day The devil in the brew takes the pay Past the setting sun There's drinking to be done, Mates it's the end of the day Heave the line boys, ho the line Never mind the cold Heaven might be higher, But whiskey holds the fire Steady as she goes