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