The Gales Of 1838

| A | A | A | A | A They say, 'She walks in the water A A Amaj7 A7 Her whistles silence the day Bm E She helps the smugglers turn their crimes into American dimes A E F#m Into Canadian dollars, opium, and haze A A At the foot of Woodward Bm E There's a condition or two to shade the custom's review D E A All the young women overdressed in their long-coats D E Bm Allow us to drink on their wine E A E Our eyes turn to glass and shine on blind A C#7 So I've had wine and wine and wine D And more wine tonight C#m D F#m And tonight I saw their world B B And I am so far from it now D E A E I'm collapsing like the lighthouse in the gales of 1838 | A | A | A | A | A She takes musicians to Bois Blanc A A Amaj7 A7 She takes the dancers there too Bm E And at the end of the long nights she takes them back by lamplight A E F#m But until then she stays clear out of view A A Before we dock at Richmond A7 Bm E There's a hidden tax of merit and all the boaters inherit D E A One dollar for every Lincoln brought in D E Bm We exchange them their Loonies and unwind E A E Our eyes turn to glass and shine on blind A C#7 So I've had wine and wine and wine D And more wine tonight C#m D F#m And tonight I saw their world B B And I am so far from it now D E A E I'm collapsing like the lighthouse in the gales of 1838 | A | A | Amaj7 | A A7 | | Bm | E | A | E | | A | A | Bm | E | | D E | A | | D E | Bm | E | A C#7 So I've had wine and wine and wine D And more wine tonight C#m D F#m And tonight I saw their world B And I am so far from it now D E A E I'm collapsing like the lighthouse in the gales of 1838