Standard (EADGBE)

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Im sick of the weather up here

 It goes on and on my dear

 And the fish arent coming still

 They wait and wait untill

 We put our anchor down

 We steal a few hours in town

 My feet weren't made for the sea

 They were made for running

 Free--

 Free--

It don't make much sense to

 Me--

It don't make much to

 Me--

To be stuck on a boat at sea

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It's harder to have you here

In the cannery so near

Baking bread and drinking wine

All just to pass the time

And I see the ships and they're

Were my love lets down here hair

But Dad works us all day

So it's here, right here we'll

Stay-ay-ay

Stay-ay-ay

Stay-ay-ay

Never going to Larson

Bay-ay-ay

Never going to Larson

Bay-ay-ay

Never going to Larson

Bay-ay-ay

 Never going to Larson Bay