Saltwater Joys
Buddy Wasisname And The Other FellersVersion1
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Just to wake up in the morning to the quiet of the cove
And hear aunt Bessie talking to herself.
And to hear poor uncle John mumbling wishes too old now
It made me feel like everything was fine.
I was born down by the water, it's here I'm gonna stay
I've searched for all the reasons why I should go away.
Course I haven't got the thirst for all those modern day toys
So I'll just take my chances with those saltwater joys.
Following the little brook, as it trickles to the shore
In the autumn winds the trees are flaming red.
Kicking leaves that fall around me, watching sunset paint the hills
It's all I'll never need to feel at home.
This island that we cling to has been handed down with pride
But folks that fought to live here, taking hardships all in stride.
So I'll compliment her beauty, hold on to my good-byes
And I'll stay, take my chances with those saltwater joys.
How can I leave those mornings, with the sunrise on the cove
And the gulls like fly's surrounding Clayton's wharf.
Platters island wrapped in rainbow, in the evening after fog
The ocean smells are perfume to my soul.
Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds
Where warm and gentile people turn to swarm and faceless crowds.
So I'll do without their riches, Glamour and the noise
And I'll stay, take my chances with those saltwater joys.
Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds
Where warm and gentile people turn to swarm and faceless crowds.
So I'll do without their riches, Glamour and the noise
And I'll stay, take my chances with those saltwater joys
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Readable chord sheet for Saltwater Joys by Buddy Wasisname And The Other Fellers
Just to[C] wake up in the m[G]orning to the[Am] quiet of the [F]cove And he[C]ar aunt Bessie tal[G]king to herse[C]lf. And to he[C]ar poor uncle Jo[G]hn mumbling wi[Am]shes too old n[F]ow It ma[C]de me feel li[G]ke everything was fi[C]ne. I was bo[G]rn down by the w[Am]ater, it's he[F]re I'm gonna st[C]ay I've sear[G]ched for all the rea[Am]sons why [F]I should go aw[C]ay. Course I haven't got the th[G]irst for all those[Am] modern day to[F]ys So I'll just t[C]ake my chances with those salt[G]water jo[C]ys. Foll[C]owing the little brook,[G] as it tri[Am]ckles to the sh[F]ore In the aut[C]umn winds the tr[G]ees are flaming r[C]ed. Kicki[C]ng leaves that fa[G]ll around me, wat[Am]ching sunset paint the hi[F]lls It's a[C]ll I'll never ne[G]ed to feel at ho[C]me. This isl[G]and that we cl[Am]ing to has been ha[F]nded down with pr[C]ide But fo[G]lks that fought to l[Am]ive here, taking hard[F]ships all in st[C]ride. So I'll comp[G]liment her beauty, h[Am]old on to my good[F]-byes And I'll stay,[C] take my chances with those[G] saltwater jo[C]ys. How can [C]I leave those morn[G]ings, with the su[Am]nrise on the co[F]ve And the gu[C]lls like fly's surro[G]unding Clayton's wh[C]arf. Platters is[C]land wrapped in rai[G]nbow, in the ev[Am]ening after f[F]og The oc[C]ean smells are per[G]fume to my so[C]ul. Some g[G]o to where t[Am]he buildings re[F]ach to meet the cl[C]ouds Where wa[G]rm and gentile pe[Am]ople turn to swa[F]rm and faceless cro[C]wds. So I'll do wi[G]thout their riches[Am], Glamour and the no[C]ise And I'll stay[C], take my chances with those[G] saltwater jo[C]ys. Some g[G]o to where t[Am]he buildings re[F]ach to meet the cl[C]ouds Where wa[G]rm and gentile pe[Am]ople turn to swa[F]rm and faceless cro[C]wds. So I'll do wi[G]thout their riches[Am], Glamour and the no[C]ise And I'll stay[C], take my chances with those[G] saltwater jo[C]ys