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Fingerpickin' Intro- Bm F# G F# G Em A F#
BmIn Portsmouth Gtown on the F#eastern Gshore EmWhere many a Afine ship was F#born
BmThe Thresher was Gbuilt F#And the Thresher was lBmaunched
EmAnd the crew of the AThresher was F#sworn BmShe was shaped like a Gtear
F#She was built like a Bmshark EmShe was made to run Afast and F#free
BmAnd the builders shook their Ghands F#And the builders shared their Bmwine
EmAnd thought that they had Amastered the F#sea Chorus
BmYes, she'll always run F#silent EmAnd she'll always run F#deep
EmThough the ocean has no Bmpity AThough the waves will never F#weep
BmThey'll never weep
And they marveled at her speed Marveled at her depth Marveled at her deadly design And they sailed to every land And they sailed to every port Just to see what faults they could find Then they put her on the land For nine months to stand And they worked on her from stem to stern But they could never see It was their coffin to be For the sea was waiting for their return Yes, she'll always run silent And she'll always run deep Though the ocean has no pity And the waves will never weep They'll never weep On a cold Wednesday morn They put her her out to sea When the waves they were nine feet high And they dove beneath the waves And they dove to their graves And they never said a last goodbye And its deeper and deeper And deeper they dove Just to see what their ship could stand But the hull gave a moan And the hull gave a groan And they plunged to the deepest darkest sand Now she lies in the depths Of the darkened ocean floor Covered by the waters cold and still Oh can't you see the wrong She was a death ship all along Died before she had a chance to kill And she'll never run silent And she'll never run deep For the ocean had no pity And the waves they never weep They never weep