Two Years Before The Mast Chords by Astronautalis

_ Two years spent before the mast, no one knows the [A] secrets that we're [G] hiding
If _ [Am] work got loose, you'd face the lash, 13 loops would [A] hold you fast and silent
[G] _
_ [Am] Things are not always [G] as they seem to be
[Am] Outside us, the devil got poor persephone
[D] But they can't take, they can't take [Am] you from _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [Gm] me
Mr.
[A] _
_ Jones done made a mistake, it's all business
Worst thing than a watery grave, [Gm] we'll pour a victus
I found a bind of bread with a grain in the hold list
Lists of hollow half-hearted dismay, [A] great princess
I guess I've gone soft on my age, the colored instinct
The rebels get the devil, the pay of [Gm] the cat kissing
[A] Gunner thought I know her heart, I send her to the brig
But strong it's not skilled, it's still water it calm blends
All things are what they seem to be
Small walls separating earth [G] from Eden
One ribbed it give [Gm] ever meaning
And one snip might could keep [A] a secret
With the short hair they have and a change of clothing
Fit right in and work [Gm] soaking oak
Four fortnights, still alone with the oatmeal
Men might slip by a buffer [A] in Boston
Two years spent before the mast, no one knows the [G] secrets that we're hiding _
_ [A] Forgot the secrets, the lies, the tunes, the old [G] and frosty silence _
_ [A] Things are not always [Gm] as they seem to be _
[A] Outsiders, devil dot for the search me
[G] But they can't take, they can't take [A] you from me
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Gm] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[C] _ They probably shared the stuff that I had, [Dm] so they had it handsomely
_ [C] Load it down among the clouds, stacked [Dm] it on the glassy sea
[C] When it disappeared, it stripped almost bare, [Dm] bathed in the transfixed sea
_ [C] Now things are safe, [Dm] floating less than dreams _
[A] There is no not so steadfast, it won't go broke in the middle of my zooms
[G] Don't show waiting, catching a wet lip, seep in so blue, blind in front of the red sky
[A] Outside while living just as a peasant in his condom rooms
Coupled [G] up with a stint in his skin, ready to pick up his pick up all
Can the whip pitch, pull through your shit, it's all hands and [A] so don't you
Mr.
Jones the poor soul walked into a tempest and rest my [G] equal
Fools that can be whipping ahead, sail floats forth, use the best man can
And when the [A] film rolls through, so we paid our keep
For the sting of a reckless [G] dream
In the scheme of secrets, between me, her, the [A] devil and the deep blue sea
In this camp of cold nights, no one knows the secrets [G] that were hiding
[Gm] _
[A] For a god gives you faith, a life that is good, old and [G] frosty silence _
[A] Things are not always as [Gm] they seem to be _
[A] Outsiders don't cry for your sputny
[G] But they can't take, they can't [A] take you from me
They can't take you [G] from me
Can't take you [A] from me
Can't [G] take you from me _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _