The Longest Johns – Nantucket (Guitar)
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[Verse 1]
F# I come from an island and islander's ways D#m B Breakers and Quakers and few of us stray F# Hunting the oceans with men that won't tire D#m B Nantucket sleigh-rides and chimney's afire F# Some may be wary and won't understand D#m B Trading a spear for a flag in the hand C# B F# But jetsom the try-pots, I'm shipping out east E B C# Off to go hunting a different beast
[Chorus]
F#/A# G#m F# D#m B Fire flies from the long nines, shot handlers run about F#/A# Bsus2 The captain says, we'll hull her F#/G# C#/G# C# As though there was some doubt F#/A# G#m F# D#m B And as we blow on the matches and brace to take the shock F#/A# Bsus2 F#/G# C# F# My mind is in Nantucket hauling whale-meat into dock
[Verse 2]
F# I'm not used to bracing in weather so calm D#m B Still making cheer when I hear the alarm F# As iron and fire knock nails from the stern D#m B The shoals are no longer my biggest concern F# Our skipper is canny, a droll kind of soul D#m B Heat of assault and he's still cracking jokes C# B F# "Ah Mr Starbuck, your aim is quite rare" E B C# Well I aim's to sink her, beyond disrepair
[Chorus]
F#/A# G#m F# D#m B Fire flies from the long nines, shot handlers run about F#/A# Bsus2 The captain says, we'll hull her F#/G# C#/G# C# As though there was some doubt F#/A# G#m F# D#m B And as we blow on the matches and brace to take the shock F#/A# Bsus2 F#/G# C# F# My mind is in Nantucket hauling whale-meat into dock
[Bridge]
C#/G# A#m/G# B F# History favours the bold and the brave C# F# B F# Conquer the mountains and weather the waves C#/G# B Now I'm away with all liberties sons...
Off down the channel to stand by the guns
[Chorus]
F#/A# G#m F# D#m B Fire flies from the long nines, shot handlers run about F#/A# Bsus2 The captain says, we'll hull her F#/G# C#/G# C# As though there was some doubt F#/A# G#m F# D#m B And as we blow on the matches and brace to take the shock F#/A# Bsus2 F#/G# C# F# My mind is in Nantucket hauling whale-meat into dock F#/A# G#m F# D#m B Fire flies from the long nines, shot handlers run about F#/A# Bsus2 The captain says, we'll hull her F#/G# C#/G# C# As though there was some doubt F#/A# G#m F# D#m B And as we blow on the matches and brace to take the shock F#/A# Bsus2 F#/G# C# F# My mind is in Nantucket hauling whale-meat into dock