written by Miriam Allen
Miriam Allen - guitar
Delia Lytle - flute
(chorus) Little Thai Girl, big brothers won't let her fish the docks no more. Under water she'd hold her breath, long enough to say hello to her friends below. But she shed her fins and gills, for a means that gives her chills, on a hot Bangkok morning, she's done what her fate wills.
(chorus) And God bless the West, and those who help her on her quest, their money buys them love, and leaves her with the rest. (chorus)
Land locked in sin, but one day she'll swim, into the after world, where she'll cast her net again. Little Thai Girl, big brothers won't let her fish the docks no more.