| Bb | A7 | D7 | G | F | F | |
| Thick | fog rolls in | wave | s, | On the | Golden Gate |
| Bb | A7 | D7 | G | F | F | |
| I was | checking my | watc | h | with 7 | minutes in my shift |
| When I spot a black skirt on the rail |
| Straddling the bar like it's a quater a ride |
| She's scared to jump but terrified to stay |
| Walk to her slow extend my hand with a smile and say |
| Bb | Bb | B | |
| "Ma'am | how was your d | ay? |
| Bb | Bb | G | |
| Keep you | r eyes on my f | ace |
| G | G | G7 | |
| I want to help you now, | if you'll let me" |
| (play verse twice as interlude) |
| She's stratled, I look forward |
| Wrap my arms 'round her legs |
| Pull her down to the sidewalk |
| We're both heaving for air and I say |
| Bb | Bb | B | |
| "Ma'am | how was your d | ay? |
| Bb | Bb | G | |
| Keep you | r eyes on my f | ace |
| G | G | G7 | |
| I want to help you now, | if you'll let me" |
| (Outro:) |
| C | B | B | B | |
| Most folks | think they'll | hit the surface | and never, feel no pain |
| C | B | B | |
| Water pulls you unde | r back to the | womb once again |
| Bodies float to the shore |
| Bloated purple and blue |
| If sharks won't get you first |
| Crabs will have their way with you |