James Taylor - Captain jims drunken dream

Now you ^Gcountry fools in your ^Em7one-horse town, you can ^Glaugh at me ^Em7 It's ^Gplain as rain that you've ^Em7never been down to the ^Gsouthern sea ^Em7 To ^Gsee me now is like ^Em7watching a fish on ^Gdry land ^Em7 I ^Gonly wish you could ^Em7see me down in the ^F/Cis- ^Clands ^CMister, t^Dhat's my ^Ghome What a ^Ffool I was to ^Cleave the only ^Am7happiness I've ^C/Dknown. ^{G Em7 G Em7}

You see ^Gme comin', you wink yo^Em7ur eye and call me Capta^Gin Jim ^Em7 And when I ^Gdon't do nothin' but to ^Em7walk on by you say, ^G "Baby get a l^Em7oad of him." ^GAll I need is the ^Em7sea and the sky and ^GI know where I ^Em7stand in^Gstead of you hicks straight ^Em7out of the sticks d^F/Ceciding I ain't a ^Cman ^CYou'll ne^Dver understand; ^G Up ^Fhere I'm just a ^Cwhiskey bum but ^Am7down there I'm a ^Dking It ^Fsounds just like the ^Cangels up in hea^Am7ven when they ^Dsus4sing: ^D7"Wel^Gcome ^Em7home, ^G welcome^Em7 home.&^Gquot; -- Such a^Em7 sight to see ins^Ftead of some Salv^Cation ^G/BArmy ^Am7sister singin' &^C/Dquot;Nearer My Go^Gd to T^Em7hee.^G&q^Em7uot;

Now I ^Gknow that the Yankee w^Em7hiskey is ^Gtakin' away my ^Em7mind and I ^Gknow that run is the ^Em7only drink ^Gsuitable to man-^Em7kind And I ^Gknow that this tree I'm ^Em7under is ^Gshaped entirely wr^Em7ong I ^Gneed to see a g^Em7entle palm tree and^F/C I won't wait too ^Clong I can f^Ceel that it's ^Dcomin' on s^Gtrong The ^Ffirst cold wind of ^Cwinter is ^Am7flappin' in my ^Dclothes ^FShowin' me the ^Cway with the dir^Am7ection that it ^C/Dblows. Welcome ^Ghome, ^Em welcome hom^Ge, let it ^Em7blow. [repeat and fade]