Rogers Stan - The Jeannie C Chords

The Jeannie C.     3/4     Stan Rogers
Standard Tuning / No Capo Travis Pickin 1+2+3+ PP AM AM     Submitted by Ken Lee

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Come / all ye / lads, draw / near to / me, /
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That / I be / not for - / saken, /    /
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This / day was / lost the / Jeannie / C., and 
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My / living / has been / taken, /
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I'll / go to / sea no / more. / / / / / / /

We set / out this / day in the / bright sun - / rise, /
The / same / as / any / other, /
My / son and / I and / old John / Price, / 
In the / boat named / for my / Mother. /
I'll / go to / sea no / more. / / / / / / /
                                               
Now, it's / well you / know what the / fishing has / been, /
It's been / scarce and / hard and / cru - / el, /                            
But this / day, by / God, we / sure caught / cod, / and 
We / sang and / we laughed like / foo - / ools. /
I'll / go to / sea no / more. / / / / / / / / 
                                              
I'll / never know / what it was we / struck, /
But / strike we / did like / thunder. / /
John / Price gave a / cry and / pitched over - / side, /
Now it's / forever / he's gone / under. / 
I'll / go to / sea no / more. /   
                                                
Now a / leak we've / sprung, let there be / no de - / lay, /
If the / Jeannie / C. we're / sav - / ing, /
John / Price is / drowned and / slipped a - / way. /
So I'll / patch the / hole while you're / bailin', /
I'll / go to / sea no / more. / / / / / / / 

But no / leak I / found from / bow to / hold, /
No / rock it / was that / got he - / er, /
But / what I / found made me / heart stop / cold, /
For / every / seam poured / water, / 
I'll / go to / sea no / more. / / / / / / / 
                                                
My / God, I / cried as / she went / down, /
That / boat was / like no / oth - / er, /
My / Father / built / her when / I was / nine, / and                         
Named her / for my / Mother, / 
I'll / go to / sea no / more. / / / / / / /  and

Sure, I / could / have a - / nother / made, /
In the / boatshop / down in / Do - / ver, /                                  
But I / would not / love the / keel they / laid, / 
Like the / one the / waves roll / over. / 
I'll / go to / sea no / more. / 
                                             
So come / all ye / lads, draw / near to / me, /                              
That / I be / not for - / sa - / ken, /
This / day was / lost the / Jeannie / C., / and                              
My / whole life / has been / taken. /
I'll / go to / sea no / more. / /