Winds Of October

D D D There's a rusty old boat A7 It’'s a wonder she’s still on the water A7 Moanin and groanin A7 Complaining that nobody wants her D She is salvage and scrap A7 The captain he just up and sold her A7 She just shivers her timbers D In the teeth of the winds of October G And the seasons they come and they go D With a roar and a whisper A7 With the lamb and the lion D Just like a brother and sister G In a hurricane's eye D There’s a wink of an Indian summer A7 And a rusty old boat D Sailin the winds of October D D From the Mexican Baja A7 Up to the coast of Alaska A7 She would skip on the crest of a wave D Like a high stepping dancer D She could see every journey and port A7 Looking over her shoulder A7 And an empty horizon D In the face of the winds of october G And the seasons they come and they go D With a roar and a whisper A7 With the lamb and the lion D Just like a brother and sister G In a hurricane's eye D There’s a wink of an Indian summer A7 And a rusty old boat D Sailin the winds of October Bm D Freedom is something we treasure G G Time is something we measure Bm D You have run on the waters of freedom A7 Over and over over and over G And the seasons they come and they go D With a roar and a whisper A7 With the lamb and the lion D Just like a brother and sister G In a hurricane's eye D There’s a wink of an Indian summer A7 And a rusty old boat D Sailin the winds of October