Song Of The Wheelhouse Door Chords & Lyrics - Gordon Bok

[INTRO]
[Dm]

[VERSE]
[Dm]Winter's ice clings to cliff
To [F]beach and empty [C]shell
The [Dm]grey wind moans on the bones of the summer
And [F]takes a slap at the [C]bell
And [Dm]all the boats are upside down
Hull down on the [C]shore
[Dm]Parson G, Clarissa Lee
That used-up, short-rigged [C]whore
The [Bb]Lindy Lou with her sides stove through
And her [F]keel all rotten and [C]tore
[C]And it's many a night when the wind's been right
And the weather's been getting[Bb] poor
[Bb]I try to sleep, but I can't sleep
For the [F]banging of the wheelhouse [C]door [Bb] [F] [C]

[VERSE]
So I [Dm]lie in bed, like a kid, you know
[F]Hoping she'll go a[C]way
But [Dm]no such luck, goddamn her bones
So it's [F]down to the kitchen for [C]me
[Dm]Find the old pipe and get it lit up
Bring down the tea from the [C]shelf
[Dm]Ida's been gone since 'Sixty-One
So I've [F]had to do for my[C]self
And as [Bb]soon as the smoke's curling over the book
And the [F]tea's getting ready to [C]pour
Then as sure as I stand, I can [Bb]hear Pete McCann
And the [F]banging of the wheelhouse [C]door [Bb] [F] [C]

[VERSE]
[Dm]Pete and me, we were headed home
With [F]half a catch in the [C]hold
[Dm]Tryin' to raise the South Head light
And, [F]Jesus, did it [C]blow
By the [Dm]time we heard the breakers
We were too close in on to [C]shore
With a prayer and a curse, we [Bb]felt her lurch
As the [F]rocks dug in and [C]tore
And I got knocked off my feet, I [Bb]couldn't find Pete
I [F]don't recall much [C]more
But [Bb]Lindy Lou, cryin' and dyin'
And the [F]ocean roaring [C]through
And the last thing I heard, the [Bb]noise, not a word
The [F]banging of the wheelhouse [C]door [Bb] [F] [C]

[VERSE]
I [Dm]woke up four days later
In a [F]hospital in St [C]John's
In a [Dm]body cast, 'cause I hurt my back
And they [F]told me Pete was [C]gone
They [Dm]never found his body
Though they searched ten miles of [C]shore
And [Dm]me, I'm alone and my back's gone
And I [F]can't fish no [C]more
And [Bb]Lindy Lou with her sides stove through
She was [F]dragged out on [C]shore
And there's many a night when the [Bb]wind's been right
And the [F]weather's been getting [C]poor
I try to sleep, but I can't [Bb]sleep
For the [F]banging of the wheelhouse [C]door [Bb] [F] [C]