Key: F minor
Verse 1
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A
D
They've been going at it all night long
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G
And I'm trying to get some sleep
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G
But these motel walls are cheap
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D
And here's my song
My father was a fisherman
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A
I was born in the boredom
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G
And when I reached my prime,
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G
left my home in the Maritimes
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D
Turnpike to England
Em
C
G
New England, New England
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C
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Em
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Em
Holes in my confidence,
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A
D
Was left without a penny in my pocket
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G
C
But ooh -wee, I was about as destitute
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G
And I wished I owned a ring
A young girl in a parking lot
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D
and reading from the Bible
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G
Well I told her I was lost,
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she told me all about the Pentecost
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D
Em
road to my survival
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C
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C
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Em
D
Em
Later on the very same night,
with my flashlight,
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D
my long years of innocence ended.
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She took me in the woods,
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G
saying, here, something feels so good,
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D
I was befriended.
Oh, oh, oh, what a night,
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A
D
Even now that sweet memory lingers
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I was lying under stars
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C
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D
And thanking the Lord for my fingers
Em
C
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For my fingers
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C
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Em
D
Em
You
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsEm D G A C
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