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