Tie Her Up

Dm7 G C F C G Tie her up and let her rot, for it soon will be forgot C Am G That we ever built a boat to match the men C Dm F G Puget Island born and bred to the grey skies overhead F G C G And we'll never see the likes of her again C F C G Tie her up and let her rot, for the last fish that I caught C Am G Never made enough to buy the gas that day C Dm F G When you're going after salmon, it is feast or it is famine F G C Dm7 G And it looks like Mister Famine's here to stay C F C G Tie her up and let her rot, for the sons that I begot C Am G Have made their fame and fortune on the land C Dm F G And they laugh when they explain, they don't miss the wind and rain F G C Dm7 G But it's just not in my blood to understand C F C G Tie her up and let her rot, for I think it matters not C Am G Where my father's father's father fished before C Dm F G From the river to the sea, now it ends right here with me F G C Dm7 G There will be no Larsons fish here anymore C F C G Tie her up and let her rot, for we found a pretty spot C Am G And we can't afford to lose another dime C Dm F G And if the floods wash her away, well, who am I to say F G C She will run this mighty river one last time C Dm F G And if the floods wash her away, well, who am I to say F G C Let her run this mighty river one last time