Gordon Bok - Mister i dont mind

^GMister, I don't mind you calling me a fool Better men than ^Fyou have called me ^Gmore But the ^Cman that's humping fish out on this ^Gflying northern ^Emwind ^FHasn't got the brains to stay a^Gshore ^{F G}

^GLord, I think of all them boats, lying down the bay Riding back and ^Fstretching out their ^Gchain And I ^Cthank my cosy toes that I ain't ^Gon 'em, Mister ^EmMan I ^Fthank the Flying Pete that they ain't ^Gmine ^{F G}

^GWell, you know that I don't mind her beating on my door I don't mind her ^Fhowling 'round my ^Ghead But she ^Cdrives me and she grieves me all the ^Gweary winter ^Emday And ^Fthen she wants to share my lonely ^Gbed ^{F G}

^GPiled the foolish snow, four feet up my door Scaled my pretty ^Fshutters down the ^Gbay ^CTook the poor old shed apart and ^Gshingled half the ^Emhill ^FNow she laughs to see a grown man ^Gcry ^{F G}

^GYou know, I'm pretty sure, where I'm going when I'm done I'd like to send the ^Fmessage on a^Ghead ^CPut the coal right to her, keep her ^Gjumping up and ^Emdown 'Cause ^Fthat's the way I'll want her when I ^Gcome