I Was Sixteen (Part 2) lyrics

[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
A boy must breathe and sow some oats
Or call himself a failure
So I would see some foreign shores
And I would be a sailor

[Verse 2]
So I talked to me mother for a week or more
And whined and wheedled and won my way
Father put the pen to paper
In the fields at lunch the very next day