Mark Erelli - Ice fishing

The snow lay up a^Cgainst the curb ^F Finally beaten by the ^Emsun ^{Am G F} Across the street the noon ^Cwhistle blows ^D Calling back every^Fone ^{G F}

They came out from the ^Cluncheonettes ^F Taverns and pharma^Emcies ^{Am G F} Crossed the wet street ^Cback to work ^D Coats unbuttoned, ^Ftalking easi^Gly ^F

Ice is cracked on the ^Criver ^F Rolling out to the ^Embay ^{Am G F} On one floe rides a ^Cbob-house ^D There's always one who stays ^Fout too long they ^Gsay ^F

And there ain't much to ^Cmillwork ^F The days just go on and ^Emon and ^Amon ^{G F} And there ain't much to ^Cleaving home ^D Till you finally cut the cord and ^Fknow that you're ^Ggone ^F

And there ain't much to ^Cice fishing ^F Till you're gone a day or ^Emmore ^{Am G F} And the hole you've cut freezes ^Cover ^D And it's like you have ^Fnever been there be^Gfore