Gordon Bok - Threeboot philbricks lament

You're a ^D7dirty, hungry, scaly bag of ^Gtimbers ^G7 And you've ^Cseen the last of your deep water ^Ddays I have, ^D7too But I'd ^Clike to cut us free, and we'd go astray to^Ggether And we'd ^Amtry that last long ^Cvoyage^D7 Me and ^Gyou ^{D7 G}

Young men ^D7aren't worth the trouble any^Gmore They'd have you ^Amthink a man that liked his home Was nothing but a ^Dfool And they ^Cdress up and they go and leave the only thing they ever ^Ghad And if I ^Amever could be^Clieve that it was ^D7worth it I'd go ^Gtoo

But I'd ^D7just as soon be here as someplace ^Gthere I don't ^Amneed many things ^D Little ^D7coffee, little rum ^{G G7} I can ^Clie here in the cove with those little stars a^Gbove me Hear that ^Amwind running ^Ceasy ^D7down the ^Gbay

Go a^Cway, go a^Gway They ^Dtell me that it's ^Ctime to go a^Gway

But you're a ^D7dirty, hungry, scaly bag of ^Gtimbers ^G7 And you've ^Cseen the last of your deep water ^Ddays I have, ^D7too But by ^Cgod, I'd like to cut us free, and we'd go astray to^Ggether And we'd ^Amtry that last long ^Cvoyage^D7 Me and ^Gyou

But there's ^D7snow on my shoes and on my ^Ghead And there's ^Amsnow on that hungry northern ^Gwind ^G7 And you ^Ctake a look around you, all your rambling friends are ^Gdead And I ^Amguess it won't be ^Clong before the ^D7day comes We go, ^Gtoo ^{D7 G}