Dar Williams - The ocean

When I ^Fwent to your town on the ^Dmwide open shore Oh, I must con^Gfess, I was drawn, I was ^Cdrawn to the ^Focean I ^Cthought it spoke ^Dmto me, it said, "Look at ^Gus, we're not ^Amchurches, not ^Fschools, Not ^Gskating ponds, ^Amswimming pools, ^F And we have lost people, ^Dmhaven't we though?"

Oh, ^Gthat's what the ocean can ^Cknow of a body And ^Fthat's when I came back to ^Gtown This town is a song about ^Emyou ^FYou don't know ^Ghow ^Amlucky you ^Fare ^GYou don't know ^Amhow ^Fmuch I a^Gdore you ^AmYou are the ^Fwelcoming ^Gback from the ^Dmocean ^{G C}

I went back to the ^Dmocean today With my ^Gbooks and my papers, I ^Cwent to the rocks by the ^Focean But the ^Cweather changed ^Dmquickly Oh, the ^Gocean said, "What are you ^Amtrying to ^Ffind, I don't ^Gcare, I'm not k^Amind, I have ^Fbludgeoned your sailors, I've ^Dmspat out their keepsakes"

Oh, it's ^Gashes to ashes, but ^Calways the ocean But the ^Focean can't come to this ^Gtown This town is a song about ^Emyou ^FYou don't know ^Ghow ^Amlucky you ^Fare ^GYou don't know ^Amhow ^Fmuch I a^Gdore you ^AmYou are the ^Fwelcoming ^Gback from the ^Dmocean ^{G C}

And the ^Fones that can know you so ^Gwell Are the ones that can swallow you ^Emwhole ^FI have a ^Ggood and ^AmI have an ^Fevil ^GI thought the ^Amocean, the ^Focean thought ^Gnothing ^AmYou are the ^Fwelcoming ^Gback from the ^Dmocean ^{G C F}

I didn't ^Amgo back to^Dmday I ^Gwanted to show you that ^CI was more land than ^Fwater I ^Amwent to pick ^Dmflowers I ^Gbrought them to you, look at ^Amme, look at ^Fthem With their ^Gsalt up the ^Amstem, but you ^Ffrowned When I smiled and I ^Dmtried to arrange them

You ^Gsaid, "Let me tell you the ^Csong of this town" You said, "^FEverything closes at ^Gfive. After that, well, you just got the ^Embars." "^FYou don't know ^Ghow ^Amprecious you ^Fare ^GWalking a^Amround with your ^Flittle shoes ^Gdangling ^AmI am the ^Fone who ^Glives with the ^Dmocean. "It's where we ^Gcame from, you know." "And sometimes I just want to go ^Emback. ^FAfter a ^Gday, we'll ^Amdrink 'til we're ^Fdrowning ^GWalk to the ^Amocean, wade ^Fin with our ^Gwork-boots ^AmWade in our ^Fwork-boots, try to ^Gfinish the ^Cjob."

"^FYou don't know ^Ghow ^Amprecious you ^Fare ^GI am the ^Amone who ^Flives with the ^Gocean ^AmYou don't know ^Fhow, I am the ^Amone ^FYou don't know ^Ghow, ^AmI am the ^Dmone"

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