Sweet water hidden river Flows right by my place Life is slow, fishin's good That's how I spend my days I've got a sun-browned local lady She hails from Bon Secour She makes the best fried shrimp and collard greens Cold Rosé is her pour By now you must be wonderin' how I earn my pay I write words and music, fact I write them every day Mailbox money Been so good to me When my ship comes sailin' in I feel like royalty That old song just keeps playin' from sea to shinin' sea That mailbox money sure been good to me The postman starts his outboard 'Cause we get our mail by boat That song I penned in '81 still keeps our world afloat If it wasn't for the radio and those Parrot-headed fans I'd have to get a day gig, which would surely spoil my plans Mailboat money Been so good to me When my ship comes sailin' in I feel like royalty They still hum that melody from France to Newfoundland Mailbox money made me what I am Now the postman, he retired two or three years back Now he fishes every day and I take up the slack I load that 15-foot Pirogue US mailboat down Jump start my Johnson and spread the love around Junk mail, bills and birthday cards on the last boat that remains I'm a one-man crew but I still get through those floods and hurricanes Mailboat money Down in LA that's how our mail arrives Drop us a line at zip code 36555 I love that mailbox money from sea to shinin' sea Nothing else comes close to stackin' up 'Cept the Full Moon Jubilee Giggin' big fat flounders with Jimbo at slack tide Mailbox money sure seems bonafide That old song just keeps playin' from sea to shinin' sea Mailbox money sure been good to me Just keeps comin' in What a boat ride this has been Whole lotta jingle in that single