Judy Collins - Fishermen song

The ^Cfisherman are pitching ^Ampennies In the ^Gsand beside the sea The ^Fsunrise hits their ^Coilskin boots And their ^Gpainted boats and me They ^Amseem to know the ^Gocean Like a ^Fman ^Emknows a ^Dmwoman She ^Cmakes him wait around for ^Ghalf the morning For the ^Ftide to ^Cturn

^FPull in the ^Cropes, ^GSeine haul fisher^Cman ^FNever catches ^Cmore than he ^Fknows he can ^Csell in a ^Gday ^FPull in the ^Cnets, ^GSeine haul fisher^Cman ^FDay's for ^Cwork and ^Fnight's the ^Ctime to go ^Gdanc^Cing ^{F C G F}

They're ^Cdrinking beer and ^Amlaughing And^G squinting at the sun ^FWaiting for the ^Cgulls to tell them ^GWhen the fish will come Their ^Amfaces brown and ^Gweathered From ^Fall the ^Emnets they've ^Dmrun They've learned to ^Cwait, they always ^Gknow That the ^Ftide will ^Cturn ^{G C}

^FPull in the ^Cropes, ^GSeine haul fisher^Cman ^FNever catches ^Cmore than he ^Fknows he can ^Csell in a ^Gday ^FPull in the ^Cnets, ^GSeine haul fisher^Cman ^FDay's for ^Cwork and ^Fnight's the ^Ctime to go ^Gdanc^Cing ^{F C G F}

^FPull in the ^Cropes, ^GSeine haul fisher^Cman ^FNever catches ^Cmore than he ^Fknows he can ^Csell in a ^Gday ^FPull in the ^Cnets, ^GSeine haul fisher^Cman ^FDay's for ^Cwork and ^Fnight's the ^Ctime to go ^Gdanc^Cing ^{F C G F}

^CWay out on the ^Amocean The ^Gbig ships hunt for whales ^F The Japanese have ^Ccaught so many That ^Gnow they hunt for snails My ^Amfisherman's not ^Ggreedy He ^Fseems con^Emtent to ^Dmlive With the ^Csun and the sand and a ^Gnet full of fish When the ^Ftide ^Cturns ^{G C}

^FPull in the ^Cropes, ^GSeine haul fisher^Cman ^FNever catches ^Cmore than he ^Fknows he can ^Csell in a ^Gday ^FPull in the ^Cnets, ^GSeine haul fisher^Cman ^FDay's for ^Cwork and ^Fnight's the ^Ctime to go ^Gdanc^Cing

^FPull in the ^Cropes, ^GSeine haul fisher^Cman ^FNever catches ^Cmore than he ^Fknows he can ^Csell in a ^Gday ^FPull in the ^Cnets, ^GSeine haul fisher^Cman ^FDay's for ^Cwork and ^Fnight's the ^Ctime to go ^Gdanc^Cing ^{F C F C F C}