Just to ^G wake up in the ^D morning to the ^Em quiet of the ^C cove, And to ^G hear Aunt Bessie ^D7 talking to her^G self; And to ^G hear poor Uncle ^D John mumbling ^Em wishes to old ^C Nell, It ^G made me feel like ^D7 everything was ^G fine.

I was ^D born down by the ^Em water, It's ^C here I'm gonna ^G stay, I've ^D searched for all the ^Em reasons why ^C I should go a^G way; But I haven't got the ^D thrist for all those ^Em modern-day ^C toys, So ^G I'll just take my chances with those ^D7 saltwater ^G joys.

^G Following the little ^D brook as it ^Em trickles to the ^C shore, In the ^G autumn when the ^D7 trees are flaming ^G red;

Kicking ^G leaves that fall around ^D me, watching ^Em sunset paint the ^C hills, It's ^G all I'll ever ^D7 need to feel at ^G home.

^D This island that we ^Em cling to has been ^C handed down with ^G pride, By ^D folks who fought to ^Em live here, taking hard ^C ships all in ^G stride; So I'll compliment her ^D beauty, ^Em hold on to my ^C goodbyes, ^G Stay and take my chances with those ^D7 saltwater ^G joys.

^G How can I leave those ^D mornings with the ^Em sunrise on the ^C cove, And the ^G gulls like flies sur- ^D7 rounding Clayton's ^G wharf? ^G Platter's Island wrapped in ^D rainbow in the ^Em evening after ^C fog, The ^G ocean smells are ^D7 perfume to my ^G soul.

^D Some go to where the ^Em buildings ^C reach to meet the ^G clouds, ^D Where warm and gentle ^Em people turn to ^C swarm in faceless ^G crowds; So I'll do without their ^D riches, the ^Em glamour and the ^C noise, And I'll ^G stay and take my chances with those salt- ^D7 water ^G joys.

Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers - Saltwater joys