Key: C
Introduction:
C C9/B Am G
Up every morning early, I barely hit the bed
C C9/B Am G
A good man has to break his back to earn his daily bread
C C9/B Am G
Some spend their lives a-diggin, wish away their time
C C9/B Am G
But I am never happier than when hauling in the lines
C C9/B Am G
I'm a son of a sailor, a sea-faring man
C C9/B Am G
I live off the water by the work of my hands
C C9/B Am G
With my face to the wind, and my back to the land,
F G C
I'm a son of a sailor, and the sea, I command
C C9/B Am G
My father was a fisherman like his father before
C C9/B Am G
So I never really got a chance to labor safe on shore
C C9/B Am G
My body hard and blistered, my bones bleached white with salt
C C9/B Am G
And my ears are ever listening to hear the boatman's call
C C9/B Am G
I'm a son of a sailor, a sea-faring man
C C9/B Am G
I live off the water by the work of my hands
C C9/B Am G
With my face to the wind, and my back to the land,
F G C
I'm a son of a sailor, and the sea, I command
C C9/B Am G
When my days are over, when my time has come
C C9/B Am G
Lower me down below the bow, let the waves take me home
C C9/B Am G
There is no sweeter suffering for a sailor lost at sea
C C9/B Am G
Than to see his soul at sunrise leave his body to the deep
C C9/B Am G
I'm a son of a sailor, a sea-faring man
C C9/B Am G
I live off the water by the work of my hands
C C9/B Am G
With my face to the wind, and my back to the land,
F G C
I'm a son of a sailor, and the sea, I command
F G C
I'm a son of a sailor, and the sea, I command