Save The Whales
Country Joe And The FishVersion1
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When my grandpa was a boy, he went down to the general store
Saw a picture book of whales, shooting their spouts and flashing their tails
Then he got a sailor's dream about cruisin' around on the salty sea
Joined up with a fishin' crew to go out and get him a whale or two
Tell me what kind of men are these who sail upon the salty seas
Up in the riggin' in the afternoon, swabbin' the decks and
sharpening harpoons
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
There's lots of whales in the deep blue sea and we kill them for the industry
We drag'em along side and cut'em in two and melt'em down and sell it to you
There hardly is a sailor alive who can keep the tears from his eyes
As he remembers the good old days, when there were no whales to save
Now we can thank the companies for scouring the deep blue seas
Looking for ivory and perfume and oil to light your living room
Shanghaied by the light of the moon, put up in Boston in the middle of June
After six months I left the sea, nothing but death and misery
Set out on a 3 year cruise, a union ship and a union crew
After six months you begin to see, whaling's not what it used to be
A modern ship and a modern crew with sonar scopes and exploding harpoons
A mechanincal boat made out of steel and a floating machine gun to kill the
whale
Repeat first verse
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Readable chord sheet for Save The Whales by Country Joe And The Fish
W[Am]hen my grandpa was a boy, he w[G]ent down to the general store S[Am]aw a picture book of whales,[G] shooting their spouts and flashing the[Am]ir tails T[Am]hen he got a sailor's dream about cr[G]uisin' around on the salty sea J[Am]oined up with a fishin' crew [G]to go out and get him a whale or t[Am]wo Te[Am]ll me what kind of men are these who sail upon the salty seas [G] Up[Am] in the riggin' in the afternoon, swabbin' the decks a[G]nd sharp[Am]ening harpoons H[Am]ooray and up she rises H[G]ooray and up she rises H[Am]ooray and up she rises E[G]arly in the morning [Am] There's lots of whales in the deep blue sea and we kill them for the industry We drag'em along side and cut'em in two and melt'em down and sell it to you There hardly is a sailor alive who can keep the tears from his eyes As he remembers the good old days, when there were no whales to save Now we can thank the companies for scouring the deep blue seas Looking for ivory and perfume and oil to light your living room Shanghaied by the light of the moon, put up in Boston in the middle of June After six months I left the sea, nothing but death and misery Set out on a 3 year cruise, a union ship and a union crew After six months you begin to see, whaling's not what it used to be A modern ship and a modern crew with sonar scopes and exploding harpoons A mechanincal boat made out of steel and a floating machine gun to kill the whale Repeat first verse