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