Mary Black - Treasure island

Oh, our ^Clove is never ^Geasy ^Am It's almost ^Calways out of ^Gyour way ^D It's not the ^Cpath of least re^Gsistance ^Am It's not some ^Cwords you ^Gget to ^Fsay

It's a stream running up a ^Gmoun^Amtain It's a ^Fwave rolling ^Gout from the ^Amshore I ^Fwish I could say I never^G felt that way be^Amfore

I ^Chave a friend who's ^Glonely ^Am She is ^Cchasing after ^Gher dreams ^D And she ^Cis the one and ^Gonly ^Am One who ^Cknows how ^Ghard it will ^Fbe

There's treasure on her ^Gis^Amland ^FBuried in this ^Gcity of ^Amnews I ^Fwish I could say We didn't^G have that much to ^Amlose

Woah-^Foh, Woah-^Goh, Woah-^Amoh ^{F G Am} [Verse] Yeah, and ^Cone friend tried to ^Gend it ^Am He could ^Cnot see the ^Ggood in his ^Flife In his mirror or his ^Gpo^Amcket And his ^Fhopes had come ^Gdown like a ^Amknife

It's a stream running up a ^Gmoun^Amtain It's a ^Fwave rolling ^Gout from the ^Amshore I ^Fwish I could say I never^G felt that way be^Amfore

There's ^Ftreasure on these ^Gis^Amlands ^FBuried in this ^Gcity of ^Amdues I ^Fwish I could say We didn't^G have that much to ^Amlose

Oh, there's ^Ftreasure on these ^Gis^Amlands ^FBuried in this ^Gcity of ^Amdues I ^Fwish I could say We didn't^G have that much to ^Amlose

Woah-^Foh, Woah-^Goh, Woah-^Amoh [Outro] F G Am F G Am F G Am