Folk acoustic, Slow tempo, singer songwriter, moody, lonely, sad, Americana, country, Western, roots rock, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, drums, slide guitar
Our beloved barquentine
A finer ship I've never seen
Sturdy, stubborn, strong as oak
She took us far as she could go
Until she came under attack
by the pressure of the pack
And as her days began to wane
The flightless birds sang the refrain
Goodnight, sweet chariot, goodnight
Oh how the emperors they cried
Goodnight, sweet chariot, goodnight
Oh how the emperors they cried all through the night
She put up a noble fight
for thirty days and thirty nights
As her timbers creaked and moaned
we heard them crack like breaking bone
Her mighty stern was last to go
It disappeared beneath the floe
And on the day she slipped away
The flightless birds, they gathered and sang
Goodnight, sweet chariot, goodnight
Oh how the emperors they cried all through the night
Sweet chariot, goodnight
Oh how the emperors they cried all through the night
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