Text: Clint Black. The Hard Way. When My Ship Comes In.

No sun on Rockies, not even the light of day
I feel that old cabin fever coming on
But I know where I'll be, when lady luck finally blows my way
She'll put the wind in my sails and I'll be gone

It won't be long before my ship comes in
Gonna sail right out of Colorado
Catch a ride on a warm trade wind to Puerta, no one knows

She'll find me waiting when my ship comes in
Gonna board and go whichever way the wind blows
I'll be off to find myself once again in Puerta, no one knows
When my ship comes in

Maybe I'm only dreaming, but it sure seems real
Somehow the wind doesn't chill quite to the bone
Or could it just be the fever, I'm running on an uneven keel
Not losing sight of why I'm up here alone

It won't be long before my ship comes in
Gonna sail right out of Colorado
Catch a ride on a warm trade wind to Puerta, no one knows

She'll find me waiting when my ship comes in
Gonna board and go whichever way the wind blows
I'll be off to find myself once again in Puerta, no one knows
When my ship comes in Puerta, no one knows, when my ship comes in

It won't be long before my ship comes in Puerta, no one knows
She'll find me waiting when my ship comes in Puerta, no one knows
It won't be long before my ship comes in Puerta, no one knows
She'll find me waiting when my ship comes in, when my ship comes in