Tom: E
E 3-5-7-5-3 3
B 5-3-3
G
D
A
E
Verse 2:
So she's [G]chilly and [Am]slick
on her [C]hips where the scales meet with [G]skin
With the [Am]sickening [C]flick of her tail
[G]Circling her [Am]gills filled with [C]cold salty water
And she [G]thrashes and [Am]twirls
aah the [C]freezing fins flutter
[Riff]
But she's [G]pretty, I [Am]think with her [C]hair dark as ink.
And her [G]belly, bone [Am]white.
and her [C]lips of a slight seashell [G]pink lightly [Am]part
And she's [C]tonging the tubs rusty [G]rim
As the [Am]salt
Of the [C]water it flows out of it.
[Riff]
Oh fare[C]wells is to the [F]land we know [G]well
We'll [C]never be [F]touching [G]again.
To [C]fields where we [F]rambled and [G]ran.
Fare[C]well to our [F]wives and [G]children.
Let's [C]stand on the [F]deck and lets [G]watch
They're [C]all [F]disa[G]ppearing.
