Slaid Cleaves - Breakfast in hell

Where the ^Gwind'll make you ^Amshiver 'Twas the month of May up in ^CGeorgian Bay Near the ^Gmouth of the Musquash ^AmRiver Where the ^Cbears prowl and the ^Gcoyotes howl And you can ^Chear the ^Bm9osprey sc^Amream Back in '^GNinety-Nine we were cutting pine And ^Csending it ^Bm9down the st^Amream Young Sandy Gray came to ^CGo Home Bay All the ^Gway from P.E.^AmI. Where the weather's rough and it ^Cmakes you tough ^GAnd no man's afraid^Am to die Sandy ^Ccame a-smiling, Thirty ^GThousand Islands Was the ^Cplace to ^Bm9claim his gl^Amory Now ^GSandy's gone, but his name lives on ^CThis is ^Bm9Sandy's st^Amory

Young ^CSandy Gray lives ^Amon today in the ^Cechoes of a mighty ^Amyell ^GListen close and you'll hear a ghost In this ^Cstory ^Bm9that I te^Amll, boys This ^Cstory ^Bm9that I te^Amll Now Sandy Gray was boss of the^C men who tossed The ^Gtrees on to the^Am shore They'd come and go 'til they'd ^Cbuilt a floe A hundred ^Gthousand logs or ^Ammore Then he'd ^Cride 'em down toward ^GSevern Sound To cut 'em ^Cup in the ^Bm9mills for ti^Ammber And ^Gships would haul, spring, summer and fall 'Til the ^Cice came ^Bm9in Dece^Ammber One Sabbath day, big ^CSandy Gray Came into ^Gcamp with a peavey on his ^Amshoulder With a thunder crack he ^Cdropped his axe And the ^Groom got a little bit ^Amcolder Said, “^CCome on all you, we got ^Gwork to do We gotta ^Cgive her ^Bm9all we can gi^Amve her” “There's a ^Gjam of logs at the little jog Near the ^Cmouth of the ^Bm9Musquash Ri^Amver” With no time to pray on the ^CLord's day They were ^Ghoping for god's for^Amgiveness But the jam was high in a ^Ctroubled sky And they ^Gset out about their ^Ambusiness They ^Cpoked with their poles and ^Gran with the rolls And ^Ctried to ^Bm9stay on their fe^Amet Every ^Gtrick they tried, and one man cried “This ^Clog jam's ^Bm9got us be^Amat!”

But ^CSandy Gray was ^Amnot afraid and he ^Clet out a mighty ^Amyell “^GI'll be damned, we'll break this jam Or it's ^Cbreakfast^Bm9 in He^Amll, boys” ^C “Break^Bm9fast in He^Amll!”

And ^GSandy scrambled up to the ^Amtop He's working like a dog, heaving ^Cthirty foot logs And it ^Glooked like he'd never ^Amstop And they ^Cstruggled on, these ^Gmen so strong 'Til the ^Cjam be^Bm9gan to sw^Amay Then they ^Gdove for cover to the banks of the river All ex^Ccept for ^Bm9Sandy Gr^Amay Now with thoughts of death, they ^Cheld their breath As they ^Gsaw their friend go ^Amdown They all knew, in a ^Csecond or two He'd be ^Gcrushed or frozen or ^Amdrowned Then they ^Csaw him fall, they ^Gheard him call Just ^Conce, ^Bm9then it was ov^Amer Young ^GSandy Gray gave his life that day Near the ^Cmouth of the ^Bm9Musquash Ri^Amver

But ^CSandy Gray was ^Amnot afraid and he ^Clet out a mighty ^Amyell “^GI'll be damned, we'll break this jam Or it's ^Cbreakfast^Bm9 in He^Amll, boys” ^C “Break^Bm9fast in He^Amll!” ^{C G C Bm9 Am}

East of Giant's Tomb there's ^Cplenty of room There's no ^Gfences and no ^Amwalls And if you listen close, ^Cyou'll hear a ghost ^GDown by Sandy Gray ^AmFalls Through the ^Ctops of the trees, you'll ^Ghear in the breeze The ^Cechoes of a ^Bm9mighty ye^Amll “^GI'll be damned, we'll break this jam Or it's ^Cbreakfast^Bm9 in He^Amll!”

And ^CSandy Gray lives ^Amon today in the ^Cechoes of a mighty ^Amyell “^GI'll be damned, we'll break this jam Or it's ^Cbreakfast^Bm9 in He^Amll, boys” ^C “Break^Bm9fast in He^Amll!”