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| I am a young mariner | headed to | war |
| F | Dm | |
| I'm thinkin' 'bout my family and | what it was | for |
| F | Dm | |
| There's water on the wood | and the sails feel good |
| C | Dm | |
| And when I get to shore I hope that I | can kill | good |
| My father was a sailor named Captain Kennedy |
| He lost his wooden schooner to the Germans on the sea |
| Exploded on the water for everyone for everyone to see |
| And humiliate that American Captain Kennedy |
| Dm | C | Dm | |
| I saw him in Nassau in | ninteen seventy one |
| F | Dm | |
| His strength was failin' but he | still ran a run |
| F | Dm | |
| He worked 'til his | fingers wore to the | bone |
| C | Dm | |
| To buy that wooden schooner and | sail on his | own |
| He was known in the islands as hundred foot iron |
| That steel hull freighter was passin' its time |
| And time flew by faster with life on the sea |
| And the days grew shorter for Captain Kennedy |
| I am a young mariner headed to war |
| I'm thinkin' 'bout my family and what it was for |
| There's water on the wood and the sails feel good |
| And when I get to shore I hope that I can kill good |