WHITE SQUALL - Stan Rogers
Now it's [C]just my luck to [C]have the watch, with [Am]nothing left to [F]do
But [E]watch the deadly [E]waters glide, as we [Dm]roll north to the [G]Soo
And [C]wonder when they'll [C]turn again, and [Am]pitch us to the [F]rail
And [Em]whirl off one more [G]youngster in the [C]gale[C]
The [C]kid was so damned [C]eager, it was [Am]all so big and [F]new
You [E]never had to [E]tell him twice, or [Dm]find him work to [G]do
And [C]evenings on the [C]mess deck, he was [Am]always first to [F]sing
And [Em]show us pictures of the [G]girl he'd wed in [C]spring[C]
CHORUS ONE (after verses 1, 3,):
But I [G]told that kid a [G/B]hundred times, don't [F]take the lakes for [E]granted
They'll [Am]go from calm to a [E]hundred knots, so [Dm]fast they seem en-[G]chanted
But to-[C]night some red-eyed [C]Wiarton girl, lies [Am]staring at the [F]wall
And her [E]lover's gone in-[G]to a white [C]squall[C]
Now [C]it's a thing that [C]us old-timers [Am]know, in a sult[F]ry summer calm
Ther[E]e comes a blo[E]w from nowhere, and[Dm] it goes off like[G] a bomb
And [C]a sixteen thousa[C]nd tonner can be t[Am]hrown upon her b[F]eam
Whil[Em]e the gale takes all bef[G]ore it with a scr[C]eam[C]
The [C]kid was on the hat[C]ches, lying st[Am]aring at the sk[F]y
From[E] where I stoo[E]d, I swear I could,[Dm] see tears fall f[G]rom his eye
So I[C] hadn't the hear[C]t to tell him, tha[Am]t he should be o[F]n a line
Even[Em] on a night so warm and [G]fine[C][C]
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When it [C]struck, he sat up [C]with a start, I [Am]roared to him: Get [F]down
But for [E]all that he could [E]hear, I might as [Dm]well not made a [G]sound
[C]So I clung there to[C] the stanchions a[Am]nd I felt my face [F]grow pale
As he [Em]crawled hand-over-[G]hand along the [C]rail[C]
Now I could [C]feel her heeling [C]over with the [Am]fury of the [F]blow
And I [E]watched the rail go [E]under then, so [Dm]terrible and [F]slow
Then like [C]some great dog she [C]shook herself and [Am]roared upright a-[F]gain
While [Em]overside I [G]heard him call my [C]name[C]
So it's [C]just my luck to [C]have the watch, with [Am]nothing left to [F]do
But [E]watch the deadly [E]waters glide, as we [Dm]roll north to the [G]Soo
And [C]wonder when they'll [C]turn again, and [Am]pitch us to the [F]rail
And [Em]whirl off one more [G]youngster in the [C]gale[C]
CHORUS TWO:
And I [G]tell these kids a [G/B]hundred times, don't [F]take the lakes for [E]granted
They'll [Am]go from calm to a [E]hundred knots, so [Dm]fast they seem en-[G]chanted
But to-[C]night some red-eyed [C]Wiarton girl, lies [Am]staring at the [F]wall
And her [E]lover's gone in[G]to a white [C]squall[C]
Now it's [C]just my luck to [C]have the watch, with [Am]nothing left to [F]do
But [E]watch the deadly [E]waters glide, as we [Dm]roll north to the [G]Soo
And [C]wonder when they'll [C]turn again, and [Am]pitch us to the [F]rail
And [Em]whirl off one more [G]youngster in the [C]gale[C]
The [C]kid was so damned [C]eager, it was [Am]all so big and [F]new
You [E]never had to [E]tell him twice, or [Dm]find him work to [G]do
And [C]evenings on the [C]mess deck, he was [Am]always first to [F]sing
And [Em]show us pictures of the [G]girl he'd wed in [C]spring[C]
CHORUS ONE (after verses 1, 3,):
But I [G]told that kid a [G/B]hundred times, don't [F]take the lakes for [E]granted
They'll [Am]go from calm to a [E]hundred knots, so [Dm]fast they seem en-[G]chanted
But to-[C]night some red-eyed [C]Wiarton girl, lies [Am]staring at the [F]wall
And her [E]lover's gone in-[G]to a white [C]squall[C]
Now [C]it's a thing that [C]us old-timers [Am]know, in a sult[F]ry summer calm
Ther[E]e comes a blo[E]w from nowhere, and[Dm] it goes off like[G] a bomb
And [C]a sixteen thousa[C]nd tonner can be t[Am]hrown upon her b[F]eam
Whil[Em]e the gale takes all bef[G]ore it with a scr[C]eam[C]
The [C]kid was on the hat[C]ches, lying st[Am]aring at the sk[F]y
From[E] where I stoo[E]d, I swear I could,[Dm] see tears fall f[G]rom his eye
So I[C] hadn't the hear[C]t to tell him, tha[Am]t he should be o[F]n a line
Even[Em] on a night so warm and [G]fine[C][C]
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When it [C]struck, he sat up [C]with a start, I [Am]roared to him: Get [F]down
But for [E]all that he could [E]hear, I might as [Dm]well not made a [G]sound
[C]So I clung there to[C] the stanchions a[Am]nd I felt my face [F]grow pale
As he [Em]crawled hand-over-[G]hand along the [C]rail[C]
Now I could [C]feel her heeling [C]over with the [Am]fury of the [F]blow
And I [E]watched the rail go [E]under then, so [Dm]terrible and [F]slow
Then like [C]some great dog she [C]shook herself and [Am]roared upright a-[F]gain
While [Em]overside I [G]heard him call my [C]name[C]
So it's [C]just my luck to [C]have the watch, with [Am]nothing left to [F]do
But [E]watch the deadly [E]waters glide, as we [Dm]roll north to the [G]Soo
And [C]wonder when they'll [C]turn again, and [Am]pitch us to the [F]rail
And [Em]whirl off one more [G]youngster in the [C]gale[C]
CHORUS TWO:
And I [G]tell these kids a [G/B]hundred times, don't [F]take the lakes for [E]granted
They'll [Am]go from calm to a [E]hundred knots, so [Dm]fast they seem en-[G]chanted
But to-[C]night some red-eyed [C]Wiarton girl, lies [Am]staring at the [F]wall
And her [E]lover's gone in[G]to a white [C]squall[C]
