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