Some say he steers a spectral ship

That's ghostly gray and grand 

He's doomed to sail the seven seas and ne'er set foot on land

And if you chance to see him 

You will soon be dead from fright

So sailors tell their children on a dark and stormy night



Oh forty fathoms deep he walks

With rusty keys his locker locks

Just like he's half asleep he stalks 

Forty fathoms deep

Forty fathoms deep he owns

Each sleeping sailor's soggy bones

The legend they call Davey Jones 

At forty fathoms deep



Nor east we sail to brimstone head the captain crew and I

At 16 knots we fairly flew 

Beneath a darkening sky

Atop the main mast I rode

Near 10 stories high

When up there blew an icy squall and over board went I







Oh forty fathoms deep he walks

With rusty keys his locker locks

Just like he's half asleep he stalks 

Forty fathoms deep

Forty fathoms deep he owns

Each sleeping sailor's soggy bones

The legend they call Davey Jones 

At forty fathoms deep



I hold my breath, I say prayer for all the mates who died

I turn my back on Davey Jones and cast my fears aside

Raise up my head and kick my feet

And toward the light I go 

The heartless jailer left behind the locker far below



Oh forty fathoms deep he walks

With rusty keys his locker locks

Just like he's half asleep he stalks 

Forty fathoms deep

Forty fathoms deep he owns

Each sleeping sailor's soggy bones

The legend they call Davey Jones 

At forty fathoms deep