Decemberists - Oceanside

Sweet Annab^Eelle as seen reclining on an o^C#mcean swell as the waves do l^F#mather up to lay her down 'til she's f^Aast and sleeping oh w^Eell I guess I'm something of a n^C#me'er-do-well who fell asleep at the p^F#mealing of the steeple bell I'm on tr^Aack and keeping but ^Eoh if I could only get you o^F#mcean side To lay your mu^Ascles wide it'd be heaven^Ely oh if I could only coax you o^F#mverboard to leave these lo^Alling shores to get you o^Ecean side ^B7 F#m A---Am Ocean side ocean side oh

At rising t^Eide you're looking fresher than a J^C#muly bride We're picking up what our m^F#mothers always stigmatized. The field is r^Aight for reaping oh we^Ell I guess I'm something of a ne^C#mer-do-well Even though tha^F#mt's something I could never do well I'm on tr^Aack and keeping but ^Eoh if I could only get you o^F#mcean side to lay your mu^Ascles wide it'd be heaven^Ely oh if I could only coax you o^F#mverboard To leave these lo^Alling shores to get you o^Ecean side ^B7 F#m A--Am--E Ocean side ocean side