Gordon Bok – Old Zeb (Guitar)
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Chords
[Intro]
G D G
[Verse]
D G C G I'm not tired of the wind, I'm not weary of the sea C G Em Am Em D But they've probably had a bellyful of a damned old coot like me G D G C G So I'm going ashore, and she's bound for better days C G Em Am D G But I'll see her tops'l flying when I come down off the Ways
[Chorus]
D G Oh, Rosie, get my Sunday shoes C Am Gertie, get my walking cane C G Em We'll take another walk to see Am D G Old Alice sail again
[Instrumental]
C G Em Am D G
[Verse]
D G C G If I had a nickel for every man I used to know C G Em Am Em D Who could load three cord of wood aboard in half an hour or so G D G C G C Who could get on sail by hauling, instead of donkeying around G Em Am D G I'd be the poorest coasterman this side of Edgartown
[Chorus]
D G Oh, Rosie, get my Sunday shoes C Am Gertie, get my walking cane C G Em We'll take another walk to see Am D G Old Alice sail again
[Instrumental]
G D G
[Verse]
D G C G Any fool can work an engine, takes brains to work a sail C G Em Am Em D And I never see no steamer get much good out of a gale G D G C G You can go and pay your taxes on the rationed gas you get C G Em Am D G But at least for me the wind is free, and they haven't run out yet
[Chorus]
D G Oh, Rosie, get my Sunday shoes C Am Gertie, get my walking cane C G Em We'll take another walk to see Am D G Em Old Alice sail again
[Instrumental]
C G Em Am D G
[Verse]
D G C G If I get back to her, I'd treat her just the same C G Em Am Em D I'd jibe her when I want to, boys, and sail in the freezing rain G D G C G I'd park the old dear on the beach and go dancing in the town C G Em Am D G 'Cause a man that's born for hanging, ain't likely to get drowned
[Chorus]
D G Oh, Rosie, get my Sunday shoes C Am Gertie, get my walking cane C G Em We'll take another walk to see Am D G Old Alice sail again
[Instrumental]
G D G
[Verse]
D G C G I'm not tired of the wind, I'm not weary of the sea C G Em Am Em D But they've probably had a bellyful of a damned old coot like me G D G C G So I'm going ashore, and she's bound for better days C G Em Am D G But I'll see her tops'l flying when I come down off the Ways
[Chorus]
D G Oh, Rosie, get my Sunday shoes C Am Gertie, get my walking cane C G Em We'll take another walk to see Am D G Old Alice sail again C G Em We'll take another walk to see Am D G Old Alice sail again