Gordon Bok – Oystershell Road (Guitar)

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Oh, you have to dig oysters when the tide is just right

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And sometimes it comes in the dead of the night

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The orders came down to extinguish all lights

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To our homes on the Oystershell Road

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The glow of a lantern could bring an attack

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So, sometimes we'd sleep in the old oyster shack

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And let ourselves down with a rake and a sack

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Near our homes on the Oystershell Road

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Some came from Germany, some from Japan

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They lived for the oysters, each woman and man

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We said, "God go with you, return when you can

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To your homes on the Oystershell Road"

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And when push comes to shove, your mettle shines through

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And our hands and our feet somehow knew what to do

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With the men gone away, we made such a fine crew

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Near our homes on the Oystershell Road

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In the sea was the sub, in the air was the plane

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But the men had it worse, so we didn't complain

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And the neighbours would honk us all home in the rain

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To our homes by the Oystershell Road

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So we helped win the war in the mud and the muck

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And we prayed that our feet would never get stuck

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When the tide rushes in, you can run out of luck

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Near your home on the Oystershell Road

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Oh, how I remember the dark and the cold

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And I prayed that our story would someday be told

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But it probably won't, 'cause we're getting so old

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Near our homes on the Oystershell Road