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| | G | D |
| | Bring enough soil to bury | me |
| | C | Bb |
| | For I don't want my f | inal jig |
| | D | C | Bb | A | G |
| In the | bel | ly | of | a | squid |
| | G | D |
| | Take my trousers take my | shirt |
| | G | D |
| | Just give me that sweet | dirt |
| | C | Bb |
| | For the water's cold and | grim |
| | D | C | Bb | A | G |
| And I n | ever | did l | earn | to | swim |
| | G | D |
| | No her love never set me | free |
| | G | D |
| | So I set off for the | ocean |
| | C | Bb |
| | Now in my dreams she comes | to me |
| | D | C | Bb | A | G |
| | Whis | per | ing | of | peace |
| | G | D |
| | But I've known since the | day |
| | G | D |
| | That we sailed for Santia | go |
| | C | Bb |
| | Her dry embrace would | kiss my face |
| | G | C | D |
| | The sea is a | cruel | mistress |
| | G | C | D |
| | The sea is a | cruel | mistress |
| | G | D |
| | That I threw her love | away |
| | C | Bb |
| | Now every whale spouts | "go to hell" |
| | D | C | Bb | A | G |
| | As the | wind l | aughs | in my | face |
| | G | D |
| | I've grown harder on the | eyes |
| | G | D |
| | And salty to the | taste |
| | C | Bb |
| | My pride has gone with | the wake |
| | D | C | Bb | A | G |
| As I | wait | a | cold | wet | grave |
| | C | Bb |
| | And I thought to | myself |
| | D | C | Bb | A | G |
| How'd I | wind | up | in | this | jail |
| | G | D |
| | Till a voice called to | me |
| | G | D |
| | From deep within the | sea |
| | C | Bb |
| | Dry your eyes my dear | fisherman |
