Looking Glass - Brandy youre a fine girl

There's a ^EPort on a ^AWestern ^C#mbay and it ^F#mserves a hundred ^Dships a ^Aday lonely ^Esailors Pass the ^Atime a^C#mway and ^F#mtalk a^About their ^Ehomes And there's a ^Egirl in this ^Aharbor ^C#mtown And she ^F#mworks layin' ^Dwhiskey ^Adown They say ^EBrandy fetch a^Another ^C#mround She ^F#mserves them ^Awhiskey and ^Ewine

The sailors say ^C#mBrandy you're a ^Afine girl -you’re a fine girl- What a ^C#mgood wife you would ^Abe -such a fine girl- Your ^Eeyes could steal a ^Bsailor from the ^Ase^Ea ^A-do,do...-

^EBrandy wears a ^Abraided ^C#mchain Made of ^F#mfinest ^Asilver from the ^Dnorth of ^ASpain a ^Elocket that ^Abears the ^C#mname Of the ^F#mman that ^ABrandy ^Eloves He ^Ecame on a ^Asummer's ^C#mday Bringing ^F#mgifts from ^Dfar a^Away But he ^Emade it clear he ^Acouldn't ^C#mstay No ^F#mharbor ^Awas his ^Ehome

The sailors say ^C#mBrandy you're a ^Afine girl -you’re a fine girl- What a ^C#mgood wife you would ^Abe -such a fine girl- But my ^Elife my lover my ^Blady is the ^Asea^E -d^Ao,do...-

Yeah ^C#mBrandy used to ^Ewatch his eyes When he ^Atold his sailor's ^Bstories She could ^C#mfeel the ocean ^Efall and rise She s^Aaw it's raging ^Bglory But ^C#mhe had always ^Dtold the truth Lord he ^C#mwas an honest ^Aman And ^EBrandy does her ^Bbest to under^Asta^End ^A-do,do...-

At ^Enight when the ^Abars close ^C#mdown ^F#mBrandy ^Awalks through a ^Dsilent ^Atown And ^Eloves a man who's ^Anot ^C#maround She ^F#mstill can ^Ahear him ^Esay she hears him say

She hears him say ^C#mBrandy you're a ^Afine girl -you’re a fine girl- What a ^C#mgood wife you would ^Abe -such a fine girl- But my ^Elife my lover my ^Blady is the ^Asea^E -d^Ao,do...-

Say ^C#mBrandy you're a ^Afine girl -you’re a fine girl- What a ^C#mgood wife you would ^Abe -such a fine girl- But my ^Elife my lover my ^Blady is the ^Asea^E -d^Ao,^Ado.^E..-