The Old Man And The Sea chords and lyrics - BERTIE HIGGINS

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[Verse 1]
[D]On Fridays we'd go down to the[Em] river
[A]To that little Greek [D]cafe
We'd anchovies and drink red Sina wine
[G]You [Em]know[A] it seems
like only yesterday
[D]He taught me to fear the hurric[Em]anes
An[A]d how to feed my f[D]amily f[A]rom t[D]he sea
He knew from hard times,
back [G]in twenty -nine
[Em]I kn[A]ew this from the time
I was on his [D]knee
And I [G]looked like him, and I [D]talked like him
And [A]sometimes he even looked like [D]me
With [G]sunburned, weathered skin,
he was the [D]best of Irish [Bm]men,
[Em]for [A]old man and the [D]sea.
He was a lineman for the Florida [Em]power,
[A]it was dangerous work in those [D]days.
But he'd spend every idle hour
[G]Fish[Em] in'[A] with me for
whatever [D]came our way
He warned me to be true to my [Em]word
[A]It was the only bond a good man [D]had
To love your woman
and babes like [G]the Lord,
[Em]That[A] good man was my dad.[D]
And I [G]looked like him, and I [D]talked like him,
And [A]sometimes he even looked like [D]me.
The [G]sunburn -weathered skin
was [D]the best of Irish [Bm]men,
[Em]the [A]old man and the [D]sea[B]
[E]My mother was a dark
-eyed beau[F#m]ty,
[B]sweet sixteen when they fell in [E]love
A Catholic Portuguese,
[A]pretty as [F#m]you please
[B]A girl was all he could
think [E]of[Esus4][E]
Seven little ones [F#m]later
[B]He lost two when
they were very [E]young
How does a father bear that [A]pain?[F#m]
[B]To give his darlings to heaven
before [E]the race was run?
And I [A]looked like him, and I [E]talked like him,
and [B]sometimes he even looked like [E]me
The [A]sunburned withered skin,
he [E]was the best of Irish [C#m]men[F#m]
The [B]old man and the [E]sea
[Esus4]An d when[E] he'd
had a day from [F#m]hell
[B]I could see it in his eye[E]s
You'd climb aboard his little [A]boat[F#m]
[B]And sail way out yonder into [E]the tide
[Esus4]An d at s[E]unset he'd
walk through [F#m]the door
[B]Smellin' of mullet,
grouper and [E]windchill
[A]He'd [Esus4]pick me u[E]p in
his big strong [A]arms[F#m][B]
He was my bestest [E]friend
And I [A]looked like him
And I [E]talked like him,
and [F#m]sometimes he even [B]looked like [E]me
With [A]sunburned withered skin,
he was the [E]best of Irish [C#m]men
[F#m]The old ma[B]n and the sea[E]
[F#m]The old ma[B]n and the se[E]a[C#m][F#m]
My [B]old man and the [E]sea.
I miss you so much, Papa.