Dusky Stevedore - Lyric

Have you ever stood beneath a Dixie sky, Seen those steamboats with their cargoes loaded high; Watched a happy husky dusky having fun, Toiling daily in the balzing sun.

He's just a Stevedore, Down on that Swanee shore, Working and singing a song; He's dusky brow is wet, He doesn't mind the sweat, Ascuffaling all the day long; See his ragtime scuffaling gait. Happy 'cause he's handling freight, The leevee's heaven for, The Dusky Stevedore. Working and singing a song.

He's just a Stevedore. Down on that Swanee shore, Working and singing a song; It's just those songs he sings. That make his cares take wings, They help ease the hours along. Tho' his life's one rocky road, He croons tunes that lighten his load, Why can't we all be more Like that old Stevedore, Working and singing a song.

On the levee, ev'ry day's a perfect day, Nature taught him how to laugh his cares away. Just a grown up child who's happy all the while, Even when he's weary he can smile.

He's just a Stevedore, Down on that Swanee shore, Working and singing a song; He's dusky brow is wet, He doesn't mind the sweat, Ascuffaling all the day long; See his ragtime scuffaling gait. Happy 'cause he's handling freight, The leevee's heaven for, The Dusky Stevedore. Working and singing a song.

He's just a Stevedore. Down on that Swanee shore, Working and singing a song; It's just those songs he sings. That make his cares take wings, They help ease the hours along. Tho' his life's one rocky road, He croons tunes that lighten his load, Why can't we all be more Like that old Stevedore, Working and singing a song.