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Around The Wild Cape Horn

Key: G

Introduction:

G                                                            C         G                 Em            D                 C  
I was born a land-bound farm boy and in New England raised,
                                                     G                                                            Em                              D  
The rippling of the wheat fields, well they were my ocean waves.
             G                                              C                    G                              Em              D                      C  
Each cry and call, each rise and fall, of the crows a-cross the corn
                                     G                         D                      G                      C                                              Em            D  
Were seagulls swooping a-cross the bow, of a ship I dreamed I?d sail a-round
             G  
Cape Horn.
G                                                      C         G                    Em                            D                      C  
My deck was the dusty farm yard, my mast was the telegraph pole
                                                                                G                                                         Em                                      D  
And the windblow choir in the telephone wire was the call heard in my soul
G                                         C                      G                 Em                                            D            C  
And it seemed to have been singing since the day that I was born
                                             G                      D                 G            C                            Em                      D  
I'm gonna take a trip on a sailing ship, all the way around the wild Cape
G  
Horn
G                                                                 C    G                      Em              D                 C  
Well I found that ship in Hamburg, her name it was Peking
                                                             G                                                      Em                                                 D  
Our skipper?s name was Captain Jürs, and I?d never met a man like him.
G                                                      C                    G                            Em                      D              C  
He pulled two men out from the sea, by the hair, in a raging storm.
                                             G                      D                 G            C                            Em                      D  
And he kept that grip on a sailing ship, all the way around the wild Cape
G  
Horn.
D                                                                                                                      Am  
Well its four hours on and its four hours off and you sleep in your wet
C  
clothes
                                                  G                                              C            Em            D  
The only dry thing on the ship is the cargo down below
G                                      C                    G                 Em                         D                 C  
Eleven thousand miles we sailed, nigh on one hundred dawns
G                         D                         G                 C                                         Em                      D                      G  
Thirty two sails on a heaving ship, pulling us around the wild cape horn
G                                                                      C                    G                      Em                      D                    C  
Well the cargo weighed five thousand tons, the ship three thousand more.
                                          G                                              Em                                         D  
An acre of sail was up aloft, some seventeen storeys tall.
G                                                            C                 G                      Em            D              C  
And we had a pig, and a scruffy dog and a turkey fed on corn.
G                            D                      G                      C                                         Em                      D                      G  
And willing hands who catch the wind, hauling us around the wild Cape Horn.
G                                                      C         G                                            Em            D                    C  
For seventeen days we were becalmed and then Friday the thirteenth
                                                G                                                         Em                            D  
Sixty eight great ships were lost in the storm of the century.
G                                                                    C              G                 Em              D                      C  
But we were swept into the Atlantic, on a sun-lit sparkling morn,
G                                    D                            G                 C                                            Em                      D  
The turkey got sick, so we ate him quick, on the way around the wild Cape
G  
Horn.
D                                                                                                    Am                                         C  
Well she had us sort of hypnotised, no time to catch our breath,
                                                     G                                                    C                 Em                      D  
If you want to feel real alive, well you have to flirt with death.
G                                            C                      G                      Em                    D                         C  
Sail close to the harnessed wind, and treat all risks with scorn
G                         D              G                      C                                                            Em                      D  
A farm boy and an un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape
G  
Horn.
G                                                      C                    G                         Em                      D         C  
Now on that voyage we lost two boys, they got thrown overboard.
                                          G                                    Em                                      D  
Silence from us down below, no one could put in words.
G                                              C                    G                    Em                    D                    C  
Two empty bunks to mark the space in our young lives to mourn,
G            D                            G                    C                                            Em                      D                      G  
Voids between all life and death, on the way around the wild Cape Horn
G                                                              C    G                 Em              D                    C  
And mountain waves, like avalanches crashed upon the decks,
                                                                          G                                                    Em                                      D  
The screaming winds snapped ropes and spars, and tried to have us wrecked.
G                                                                            C                    G                         Em                      D                         C  
But she rose and fell through foam and swell, her sails were ripped and torn
G                                    D         G                                 C                                         Em                      D                      G  
Eight thousand tons tossed like a cork, on the way around the wild Cape Horn.
D                                                                                                 Am                                         C  
And she had us sort of hypnotised, no time to catch our breath,
                                                     G                                                    C                 Em                      D  
If you want to feel real alive, well you have to flirt with death.
G                                            C                      G                      Em                    D                         C  
Sail close to the harnessed wind, and treat all risks with scorn
G                         D              G                      C                                                            Em                      D  
A farm boy and an un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape
G  
Horn.
G                                         D      G                    C                                                              Em                      D  
Well, a farm boy and un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape
G  
Horn.