Gordon Bok – Mister I Dont Mind (Guitar)

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Mister, I don't mind you calling me a fool

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Better men than you have called me more

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But the man that's humping fish out on this flying northern wind

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Hasn't got the brains to stay ashore

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Lord, I think of all them boats, lying down the bay

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Riding back and stretching out their chain

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And I thank my cosy toes that I ain't on 'em, Mister Man

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I thank the Flying Pete that they ain't mine

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Well, you know that I don't mind her beating on my door

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I don't mind her howling 'round my head

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But she drives me and she grieves me all the weary winter day

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And then she wants to share my lonely bed

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Piled the foolish snow, four feet up my door

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Scaled my pretty shutters down the bay

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Took the poor old shed apart and shingled half the hill

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Now she laughs to see a grown man cry

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You know, I'm pretty sure, where I'm going when I'm done

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I'd like to send the message on ahead

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Put the coal right to her, keep her jumping up and down

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'Cause that's the way I'll want her when I come