Over in the Carolina where the Atlantic meets the sand
There are many legends of the sea and of the land
This one's of a porpoise who'd meet the ships that came
And guide them into the harbor Hatteras Jack was his name

The treacherous inlet waters covered shallow shoals that moved
But Hatteras Jack could pilot the biggest schooners through
And when the chains would rattle and the anchor splash the blue
Old Hatteras Jack'd put on the darndest act for all the craw

Hatteras Jack come on back boy
Hatteras Jack come on back son

Many a sailor's seen him or so the story goes
Absolutely wipe a shark out with his nose
But after the bells and the buoys and the horns came into use
Since the gasoline engine no one's seen that old goose

Hatteras Jack come on back boy
Hatteras Jack come on back son
Come on back Hatteras Jack come on back Hatteras Jack
Come on back come on back come on back Hatteras Jack
Come on back Hatteras Jack come on back boy come on back
Come on back Hatteras Jack come on back Hatteras Jack boy
Come on back