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I was born in Baton Rouge; a child of the maritime
Grew up on a fishing boat that my Daddy built by hand
My Mama cooked and I was crew, as Daddy worked the net and lines
From the mouth of the Cajun Bayou to the heart of the Caribbean
One day I asked why we don’t settle down and have ourselves a house on solid ground 
Daddy laughed and said to me, “Boy, we’re gypsies of the sea. 
When we’re together on this boat, we call it home.” 

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Didn’t know then that his words would last me all my days
He sent me to a school on land to see things from their side 
School filled my head like Easter church with new ideas and other ways  
And the choice between my memories and the dreams of a different life
But fate don’t always give us the chance to choose; my Daddy had a stroke when I finished school
He said, “You must live your life but take care of your Mama right.
Where the trade winds blow you both, you call it home.”
We call it home

Bridge 
Daddy passed that summer and we buried him at sea
Now I run the family business and my Mama’s here with me 
I promised that his words would guide me; keep his memory deep inside me  
So, I renamed that boat the Gypsy 3 - whoo     
  
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I met my wife in Mobile and asked her for her hand
She said, “If you’re making me a vow, I want it set on solid ground. 
There’s a white church on a hill where my family owns some land
If I’m going to raise our children, it’s there we’ll settle down.”
So, I built us all a house next to that church, but I worked my Daddy’s boat and I lived his word 
From that hill we see the bay; I think of him each day and pray  
Got a family of my own and we call it home
We call it home
Na na na na na we call it home
We call it home