Gordon Bok – Get Her Into Shore (Guitar)

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We set our traps in the bitter cold

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On the third day of the year

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There was three of us then, we were the youngest of ten

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Two for lines and one to steer

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When it blows Northeast on the Georges Bank

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You don't want to take your time

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But the engine was old, it couldn't take the cold

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And we fell back on our lines

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Tom throws the switch, he says, "You old sonofabitch

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What the hell do you think you're doing?

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You've drug us to the poor house too many times

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Now you're taking us to our ruin"

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Well, the line went slack and the stern swung back

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We started up again

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But she just tightened up and I knew we were stuck

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Lying broadside to the wind

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Get her into shore, man, she can't take it anymore

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We're so far from home and we're breaking her bones

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Can't you get her into shore?

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Jack picks up the axe, he cuts us free from the traps

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He hit so hard he smashed the rail

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Then he looks at me and he spits in the sea

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His face was white as the hail

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But we tried her again, gave her all she would go

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We felt that screw turn round

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I remember I prayed for steerage way

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On that grey and ugly ground

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Get her into shore, man, she can't take it anymore

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We're so far from home and we're breaking her bones

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Can't you get her into shore?

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Tom rolls her hard over, to run with the tide

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When she fell down into the trough

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And with her side to the swell, she just leaned in and fell

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And I knew we all were lost

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And then all that I saw was that rotten old keel

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And the lines run across her stern

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And I couldn't hold to her and I couldn't let go

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I just wished I'd never been born

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Get her into shore, man, she can't take it anymore

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We're so far from home and we're breaking her bones

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Can't you get her into shore?

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When the tide runs strong on the Georges Bank

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You're a fool to go and try

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God bless the poor man who's born to the sea

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God save the poor ones who die