Mister I Dont Mind

G Dm7 G C G Em F G F G G Mister, I don't mind you calling me a fool F G Better men than you have called me more C G Em But the man that's humping fish out on this flying northern wind F G F G Hasn't got the brains to stay ashore G Lord, I think of all them boats, lying down the bay F G Riding back and stretching out their chain C G Em And I thank my cosy toes that I ain't on 'em, Mister Man F G F G I thank the Flying Pete that they ain't mine G Well, you know that I don't mind her beating on my door F G I don't mind her howling 'round my head C G Em But she drives me and she grieves me all the weary winter day F G F G And then she wants to share my lonely bed G Piled the foolish snow, four feet up my door F G Scaled my pretty shutters down the bay C G Em Took the poor old shed apart and shingled half the hill F G F G Now she laughs to see a grown man cry G Dm7 G C G Em F G F G G You know, I'm pretty sure, where I'm going when I'm done F G I'd like to send the message on ahead C G Em Put the coal right to her, keep her jumping up and down F G 'Cause that's the way I'll want her when I come