Lock-Keeper Acordes

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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You say, "We'll-met again, Lock-keeper!
       Em                         C
We're laden even deeper that the time before
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Oriental oils and tea brought down from Singapore."
G
As we wait for my lock to cycle
Em                                   C
I say, "My wife has just given me a son."
   Am                  D                    G
"A son!" you cry, "Is that all that you've done?"
 
[Verse 2]
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She wears bougainvillea blossoms
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  You pluck 'em from her hair and toss 'em in the tide,
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Sweep her in your arms and carry her inside.
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Her sighs catch on your shoulder
Em                                        C
  Her moonlit eyes grow bold and wiser through her tears
      Am                          D               G
And I say to you, "How could you leave her for a year?"
 
[Chorus]
     C                                    Am
"So come with me" you cry, "to where the Southern Cross
       D               G
Rides high upon your shoulder."
 Em
"Come with me!" you cry,
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"Each day you tend this lock, you're one day older
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While your blood grows colder."
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But that anchor chain's a fetter
Em                                   C
And with it you are tethered to the foam
       Am                   D                    G
And I would not trade your life for one hour of home.
 
[Verse 3]
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Sure I'm stuck here on the Seaway
           Em                                C
While you compensate for leeway through the Trades;
        Am                  D                    G
And you shoot the stars to see the miles you've made.
         G
And you laugh at hearts you've riven,
Em                                    C
But which of these has given us more love or life,
            Am              D      G
You, your tropic maids, or me, my wife.
 
[Chorus]
     C                                    Am
"So come with me" you cry, "to where the Southern Cross
       D               G
Rides high upon your shoulder."
  Em
"Come with me!" you cry,
       C                 Am                  D
"Each day you tend this lock, you're one day older
             Em    D    C  D*
While your blood grows colder."
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but that anchor chain's a fetter
   Em                                C
And with it you are tethered to the foam
       Am                   D                    G
And I would not trade your life for one hour of home.
         G
Yes that anchor chain's a fetter
   Em                                C
And with it you are tethered to the foam
       Am                   D                    C
And I would not trade your life for one hour of home.
 
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