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