INTRO
When the moon rose in its glory
And it drifted to the golden West
It told a sad new story
Sixteen hundred had gone to rest
Captain Smith surely must have been a-drinking
Not knowing that he was doing wrong
He tried to erase the record
And let the Titanic go down
GUITAR INTERLUDE
Well, the porter had retired and was sleeping
He was dreaming of some sad dream
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Way out on the bottom of the sea
GUITAR SOLO
Mr. Smith, he says to the rich man,
"Oh, try and come to life.
Try and save your baby,
Also your little loving wife."
GUITAR SOLO
Mrs. Smith heard her husband was a-drowning
Way out on the deep blue sea
She cried out, "Oh Lord, have mercy,
Oh Lord, send him back to me!"
When the sad new reached the city
And the Titanic had gone down
Many widows and poor little orphans
Was walking all around the town