Just to ^C wake up in the ^G morning to the ^Am quiet of the ^F cove, And to ^C hear Aunt Bessie ^G7 talking to her ^C self; And to ^C hear poor Uncle ^G John mumbling ^Am wishes to old ^F Nell, It ^C made me feel like ^G7 everything was ^C fine.

I was ^G born down by the ^Am water, It's ^F here I'm gonna ^C stay, I've ^G searched for all the ^Am reasons why ^F I should go ^C away; But I haven't got the ^G thrist for all those ^Am modern-day ^F toys, So ^C I'll just take my chances with those ^G7 saltwater ^C joys.

^C Following the little ^G brook as it ^Am trickles to the ^F shore, In the ^C autumn when the ^G7 trees are flaming ^C red; Kicking ^C leaves that fall around ^G7 me, watching ^Am sunset paint the ^F hills, It's ^C all I'll ever ^G7 need to feel at ^C home.

^G This island that we ^Am cling to has been ^F handed down with ^C pride, By ^G folks who fought to ^Am live here, taking hard ^F ships all in ^C stride; So I'll compliment her ^G beauty, ^Am hold on to my ^F goodbyes, ^C Stay and take my chances with those ^G7 saltwater ^C joys.

^C How can I leave those ^G mornings with the ^Am sunrise on the ^F cove, And the ^C gulls like flies sur- ^G7 rounding Clayton's ^C wharf? ^C Platter's Island wrapped in ^G rainbow in the ^Am evening after ^F fog, The ^C ocean smells are ^G7 perfume to my ^C soul.

^G Some go to where the ^Am buildings ^F reach to meet the ^C clouds, ^G Where warm and gentle ^Am people turn to ^F swarm in faceless ^C crowds; So I'll do without their ^G riches, the ^Am glamour and the ^F noise, And I'll ^C stay and take my chances with those salt- ^G7 water ^C joys.

Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers - Saltwater joys