Stan Rogers – Sailors Rest (Ukulele)

     F        G                F          F                           
It's acrimony down in the card-room, with winning hands thrown on the baize

    G                                            F        C7
For-gotten cards wait on the end of debate on the good old days

F                             C7        F                   D7
Captains and mates gettin' tes-ty, with memories not of the best

    F                   F                    F
And tempers are flyin', down at the Sailor's Rest

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Blue eyes in wrinkled Mo-rocco, still search the horizon for squalls

    G                                                    F        C7
And Zeroes in the sky, and the watchkeeper's eye, and the pawnshop balls

    F                       C7             F                    D7
The spice in the wind off of Java, and the bars in Papeete were best

        F                   F                    F
But the deck is too steady, down at the Sailor's Rest

     G-C7-G7sus4     C7                          F
And, oh, how they talked of the day they'd ar-rived

     Dm                       F                           Dm          G
When after the years, all the storms and the tears, still very much a-live

     C7-G7sus4     C7                            F
And, oh, how their lives were spilled out on the floor

         Dm                        Dm
From the battered old seabags, the journals and logs 

         Dm                      D7
And the keepsakes locked in the chests

          F                    F                    F
That were stowed in the attic, down at the Sailor's Rest

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No rail on the messroom table, and you're dead if you spit on the floor

G                                          F            C7
No grog allowed, no singin' too loud, and no locks on the doors

            F                    C7                 F                    D7
But there's always a fire in the card room, and the tucker is always the best

            F                F                    F
And they'll end it together, down at the Sailor's Rest

     G-C7-G7sus4  C7                          F
And, oh, how they talked of the day they'd ar-rived

     Dm                       F                           Dm          G
When after the years, all the storms and the tears, still very much a-live

     C7-G7sus4      C7                            F
And, oh, how their lives were spilled out on the floor

         Dm                        Dm
From the battered old seabags, the journals and logs

         Dm                      D7
And the keepsakes locked in the chests

          F                    F                    F
That were sold at the auction, down at the Sailor's Rest

    F           G        F                 F                       
So it's acrimony down in the card-room, with winning hands thrown on the baize

G                                          F            C7
For-gotten cards wait on the end of debate on the good old days

F                           C7          F                   D7
Captains and mates gettin' tes-ty, with memories not of the best

            F                 F                    F
But they'll end it together', down at the Sailor's Rest

     F        G                F
It's acrimony down in the card-room