The Blizzard Of 1910 Chords & Lyrics - Misc Your Songs - Mark Munroe

[CHORUS]

[Am]Rueben Munroe was man of man who [E]lived to farm the S[Am]ea
[Am]He could bring home fruit from th[F]e North Atlantic or the sh[G]ores of the Marami[AM]chi
[Am]He raised a son named Austin to be st[E]rong and free like h[AM]im
[Am]He learned to sing that [F]same sweet song out to se[G]a and back [Am]again

[VERSE 1]

[Am]They say hardship was nere a secret [E]to the clan Munro[Am]e
[Am]nor to those hardy whitehead men [F]who off to Sea they[G] d go [Am]
[Am]They'd be in the Atlantic swells bef[E]ore Whitehead's morning [Am]sun
[Am]They were hard as the times they [F]lived in as they pra[G]yed for fish to r[Am]un

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[Am]The January sky it told no lies, it s[E]poke of things to com[Am]e
[Am]Thems the Hzzazrds for a W[F]hitehead man, who sees the [G]work gets d[Am]one
[Am]The Sea demanded full attention as they wo[E]rked off land tha[Am]t day
[Am]No time to think their li[F]ves were full if the [G]storm would have it's w[Am]ay

[Am]The storm kicked up with fury, to[E]o much for sail and or[Am]r
[Am]These whitehead men in their Icey[F] beards could tame th[G]eir mother[Am] whore
[Am]Many boats would find their way to l[E]and some days aw[Am]ay
[Am]It took a while for al[F]lto know if a[G]ny survived he d[Am]ay
[Am]When the talley was confirmed, the[E] town found grief not[Am] joy
[Am]For the Blizzard of 19[F]10 had taken [G]Reuben and his bo[Am]y

[Riff]

[CHORUS]

[Am]Rueben Munroe was man of man who [E]lived to farm the S[Am]ea
[Am]He could bring home fruit from the N[F]orth Atlantic or the shor[G]es of the Mara[AM]michi
[Am]He raised a son named Austin to b[E]e strong and free l[AM]ike him
[Am]He learned to sing that s[F]ame sweet song out to se[G]a and back a[Am]gain

[VERSE]

[Am]For years to come the tales would grow in [E]songs and poems al[Am]ike
[Am]Of those whitehead men who road th[F]e storm out three [G]days &[Am] nights
[Am]And now today by the Sea when the [E]night air brings a chil[Am]l
[Am]A creaking stair or s[F]hutter [G]reminds us of them sti[Am]ll

[Am]now Rueben and Austin live on by Ma[E]ritime firesid[Am]es
[Am]Where Moms and Dads t[F]ell their children all abo[G]ut their sad demi[Am]se
[Am]and if its true they come back in storms, i[E]f only for a v[Am]isit
[Am]I hope it serves to ease th[F]eir pain as [G]surely as liv[Am]ed it

[Am]What more can a man hope for than be re[E]membered in a so[Am]ng
[Am]singing about the work[F] he did and the p[G]lace where he [Am]belonged
[Am]So Rueben and Austin, they lie in[E] a watery gra[Am]ve
[Am]But one hundred years later we tell ther[F]e story and still speak the[G]ir name[Am]s

[Outro]