A Girl In Port

[A]Let fall your
[G]soft and swaying s[D]kirt; let fall your
[A]shoes; let fall your s[Em]hirt. I'm not the
[G]lady-killing s[D]ort. Enough to
[A]hurt [G]  a girl in por[D]t.

[A]Marie's gone
[G]blonde, and lost a s[D]tone. She lay on her
[A]lawn, spun and al[Em]one. And when the
[G]morning sun, it r[D]ose upon
[A]Marie, and her lacy c[Em]lothes. It lit her
[G]up, and she walked ar[D]ound the winding
[A]streets of Camden t[Em]own. She don't know
[G]who she wants to [D]be, but if I
[A]knew, [G]  I’d tell Ma[D]rie.

And Cindy tells me she's had fun,
Sitting back stage,someone's plus one.
Up in her room,the records spin
a needle in the grooves that she's worn thin.
Well, she lifts her sleeve and she sees a name.
And she's got a smile on her face
And she's got a story you can't see
Well, that's just between that name and Cindy.

[A] [Asus4] [A]

And before Holly made her way
Over the sea and far away,
She's telling me inside her car
driving us back from the Crystal Corner bar.
I lost her there; I fell from hell
Cut some fresh pieces from myself
Then for a second something in me
Said leave today, it's time, Holly.

Oh, I'm a weak and lonely sort,
Though I'm not sailing just for sport.
I've come to feel out on the sea
These urgent lives press against me.
I'm just aghast; I'm not a part
My tender head with my easy heart.
These several years out on the sea
Made me empty, cold, and clear pour yourself into me.