Stan Rogers - White squall

Now it's ^Cjust my luck to ^Chave the watch, with ^Amnothing left to ^Fdo But ^Ewatch the deadly ^Ewaters glide, as we ^Dmroll north to the ^GSoo And ^Cwonder when they'll ^Cturn again, and ^Ampitch us to the ^Frail And ^Emwhirl off one more ^Gyoungster in the ^Cgale ^C

The ^Ckid was so damned ^Ceager, it was ^Amall so big and ^Fnew You ^Enever had to ^Etell him twice, or ^Dmfind him work to ^Gdo And ^Cevenings on the ^Cmess deck, he was ^Amalways first to ^Fsing And ^Emshow us pictures of the ^Ggirl he'd wed in ^Cspring ^C

But I ^Gtold that kid a ^G/Bhundred times, don't ^Ftake the lakes for ^Egranted They'll ^Amgo from calm to a ^Ehundred knots, so ^Dmfast they seem en-^Gchanted But to-^Cnight some red-eyed ^CWiarton girl, lies ^Amstaring at the ^Fwall And her ^Elover's gone in-^Gto a white ^Csquall ^C

Now ^Cit's a thing that ^Cus old-timers ^Amknow, in a sult^Fry summer calm Ther^Ee comes a blo^Ew from nowhere, and^Dm it goes off like^G a bomb And ^Ca sixteen thousa^Cnd tonner can be t^Amhrown upon her b^Feam Whil^Eme the gale takes all bef^Gore it with a scr^Ceam ^C

The ^Ckid was on the hat^Cches, lying st^Amaring at the sk^Fy From^E where I stoo^Ed, I swear I could,^Dm see tears fall f^Grom his eye So I^C hadn't the hear^Ct to tell him, tha^Amt he should be o^Fn a line Even^Em on a night so warm and ^Gfine ^{C C}

When it ^Cstruck, he sat up ^Cwith a start, I ^Amroared to him: Get ^Fdown But for ^Eall that he could ^Ehear, I might as ^Dmwell not made a ^Gsound

^CSo I clung there to^C the stanchions a^Amnd I felt my face ^Fgrow pale As he ^Emcrawled hand-over-^Ghand along the ^Crail ^C

Now I could ^Cfeel her heeling ^Cover with the ^Amfury of the ^Fblow And I ^Ewatched the rail go ^Eunder then, so ^Dmterrible and ^Fslow Then like ^Csome great dog she ^Cshook herself and ^Amroared upright a-^Fgain While ^Emoverside I ^Gheard him call my ^Cname ^C

So it's ^Cjust my luck to ^Chave the watch, with ^Amnothing left to ^Fdo But ^Ewatch the deadly ^Ewaters glide, as we ^Dmroll north to the ^GSoo And ^Cwonder when they'll ^Cturn again, and ^Ampitch us to the ^Frail And ^Emwhirl off one more ^Gyoungster in the ^Cgale ^C

And I ^Gtell these kids a ^G/Bhundred times, don't ^Ftake the lakes for ^Egranted They'll ^Amgo from calm to a ^Ehundred knots, so ^Dmfast they seem en-^Gchanted But to-^Cnight some red-eyed ^CWiarton girl, lies ^Amstaring at the ^Fwall And her ^Elover's gone in^Gto a white ^Csquall ^C