Pulling Oil From The Sand

G Bm Em D G Fishing on the prairies after the fish has gone C D G Don’t care for the weather, longs for the fog Bm Em G Dreams of boy hood days hauling traps and setting trawls C Am D G Headed out the bay each day spring time to the fall C G D Em Catching fish was never easy, hard work for boy and man C G D G Where the wind is warm and breezy, when its blowing off the land C G D Em Its hard to leave the island, for a place that he cant stand C G D G D Em D And a part of him is dying, pulling oil from the sand G People say don’t worry, cuz he can have it all C D G In a place like fort mcmurry, or fort Saskatchewan Bm Em G But in his mind he lingers, and in his heart hes there C Am D G Out in the skiff, with his dad, far away from here C G D Em Catching fish was never easy, hard work for boy and man C G D G Where the wind is warm and breezy, when its blowing off the land C G D Em Its hard to leave the island, for a place that he cant stand C G D G D Em D And a part of him is dying, pulling oil from the sand G Now each day he looks across, and the sky is everywhere C D G And at night he looks up at the starts, the nights are oh so clear G D Em G It reminds him of the ocean, though its far away from here C Am D G It will never ever leave him, one day he’ll go back there C G D Em Catching fish was never easy, hard work for boy and man C G D G Where the wind is warm and breezy, when its blowing off the land C G D Em Its hard to leave the island, for a place that he cant stand C G D G D Em D G And a part of him is dying, pulling oil from the sand