The Decemberists – A Cautionary Song (Guitar)

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There's a place your mother goes, when everybody else is soundly sleeping 

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Through the lights of beacon street 

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And if you listen you can hear her weeping, 

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She's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling  

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And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats. 

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And she's standing in the harbour 

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And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat. 

        A
See how they approach 

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With dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe

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within their keeping 

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A gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from

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any speaking, or screaming 

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And they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket

          F
calls for maidenhead 

          Bb
And she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a

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bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck 

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La la la la laa,la la la laa,

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And so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms

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so rudely pinioned 

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Till at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming

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minions, in their opinions 

         Bb
And they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or

              F
kin or she'll end up dead 

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And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbour

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where she goes to bed, and this is how you're fed 

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So be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother,

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and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens,

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Remember what she does when you're asleep