[INTRO]
[G] [Dm7] [G]
[C] [G] [Em]
[F] [G] [F] [G]
[VERSE]
[G]Mister, I don't mind you calling me a fool
Better men than [F]you have called me [G]more
But the [C]man that's humping fish out on this [G]flying northern [Em]wind
[F]Hasn't got the brains to stay a[G]shore [F] [G]
[VERSE]
[G]Lord, I think of all them boats, lying down the bay
Riding back and [F]stretching out their [G]chain
And I [C]thank my cosy toes that I ain't [G]on 'em, Mister [Em]Man
I [F]thank the Flying Pete that they ain't [G]mine [F] [G]
[VERSE]
[G]Well, you know that I don't mind her beating on my door
I don't mind her [F]howling 'round my [G]head
But she [C]drives me and she grieves me all the [G]weary winter [Em]day
And [F]then she wants to share my lonely [G]bed [F] [G]
[VERSE]
[G]Piled the foolish snow, four feet up my door
Scaled my pretty [F]shutters down the [G]bay
[C]Took the poor old shed apart and [G]shingled half the [Em]hill
[F]Now she laughs to see a grown man [G]cry [F] [G]
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[G] [Dm7] [G]
[C] [G] [Em]
[F] [G] [F] [G]
[VERSE]
[G]You know, I'm pretty sure, where I'm going when I'm done
I'd like to send the [F]message on a[G]head
[C]Put the coal right to her, keep her [G]jumping up and [Em]down
'Cause [F]that's the way I'll want her when I [G]come
[G] [Dm7] [G]
[C] [G] [Em]
[F] [G] [F] [G]
[VERSE]
[G]Mister, I don't mind you calling me a fool
Better men than [F]you have called me [G]more
But the [C]man that's humping fish out on this [G]flying northern [Em]wind
[F]Hasn't got the brains to stay a[G]shore [F] [G]
[VERSE]
[G]Lord, I think of all them boats, lying down the bay
Riding back and [F]stretching out their [G]chain
And I [C]thank my cosy toes that I ain't [G]on 'em, Mister [Em]Man
I [F]thank the Flying Pete that they ain't [G]mine [F] [G]
[VERSE]
[G]Well, you know that I don't mind her beating on my door
I don't mind her [F]howling 'round my [G]head
But she [C]drives me and she grieves me all the [G]weary winter [Em]day
And [F]then she wants to share my lonely [G]bed [F] [G]
[VERSE]
[G]Piled the foolish snow, four feet up my door
Scaled my pretty [F]shutters down the [G]bay
[C]Took the poor old shed apart and [G]shingled half the [Em]hill
[F]Now she laughs to see a grown man [G]cry [F] [G]
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[G] [Dm7] [G]
[C] [G] [Em]
[F] [G] [F] [G]
[VERSE]
[G]You know, I'm pretty sure, where I'm going when I'm done
I'd like to send the [F]message on a[G]head
[C]Put the coal right to her, keep her [G]jumping up and [Em]down
'Cause [F]that's the way I'll want her when I [G]come
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