Chords for Jason R Martin - Saltwater Hands - Newfoundland Album Newfie Music NL Music Newfoundland Music
Tempo:
84.025 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[G]
[A]
[D]
I sit on the edge of the shore, gazing out [G] through the harbor,
[A]
watching the foam on the waves make its mark [D] on the sand.
I can't help but think of the days of [G] our forefathers,
[A] how they carved out a living by working the sea [D] and the land.
[E] [D] There was always a fish on the flake and the fish [G] on the table,
[A] and the work it was plenty from sunup until [D]
sundown.
But those days are gone and I can't help but sit [G] here and wonder,
[A] with no fish to catch, what will happen to our [D] little town?
[A] [D] Oh the white caps are calling, they're calling me back [G] to the sea.
[Em] [A] But the fishery is dying and there's nothing left here [D] now for me.
[G] [D] The plants are all closing and it's changing all our [G] future plans.
[Em] [A] And they left us with nothing to do with these [D] saltwater hands.
[G] [D]
[G]
[A]
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Oh it took many years on the sea to build my [G] home around me.
[A] My family and friends were never too far [D] from my sight.
But I guess I'll be heading out west to put food [G] on the table.
Oh there's [A]
nothing to do but to change with the roll [D] of the tide.
[E] [D] Now the foghorn is wailing and the fog is sure [G] coming in fast.
[A] As I take one more look across the harbor and think [D] of the past.
And the ghost of our forefathers calls out to me [G] across the land.
[A] As I wipe away tears from my face with these [D] saltwater hands.
[A] [D] Oh the white caps are calling, they're calling me back [G] to the sea.
[Em] [A] But the fishery is dying and there's nothing left here [D] now for me.
[G] [D] The plants are all closing and it's changing all our [G] future plans.
[Em] [A] They've left us with nothing to do with these [D] saltwater hands.
[A] What will happen to those Newfoundlanders with [D] saltwater hands?
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[A]
[D]
[G]
[A]
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[N]
[G]
[A]
[D]
I sit on the edge of the shore, gazing out [G] through the harbor,
[A]
watching the foam on the waves make its mark [D] on the sand.
I can't help but think of the days of [G] our forefathers,
[A] how they carved out a living by working the sea [D] and the land.
[E] [D] There was always a fish on the flake and the fish [G] on the table,
[A] and the work it was plenty from sunup until [D]
sundown.
But those days are gone and I can't help but sit [G] here and wonder,
[A] with no fish to catch, what will happen to our [D] little town?
[A] [D] Oh the white caps are calling, they're calling me back [G] to the sea.
[Em] [A] But the fishery is dying and there's nothing left here [D] now for me.
[G] [D] The plants are all closing and it's changing all our [G] future plans.
[Em] [A] And they left us with nothing to do with these [D] saltwater hands.
[G] [D]
[G]
[A]
[A] [D]
Oh it took many years on the sea to build my [G] home around me.
[A] My family and friends were never too far [D] from my sight.
But I guess I'll be heading out west to put food [G] on the table.
Oh there's [A]
nothing to do but to change with the roll [D] of the tide.
[E] [D] Now the foghorn is wailing and the fog is sure [G] coming in fast.
[A] As I take one more look across the harbor and think [D] of the past.
And the ghost of our forefathers calls out to me [G] across the land.
[A] As I wipe away tears from my face with these [D] saltwater hands.
[A] [D] Oh the white caps are calling, they're calling me back [G] to the sea.
[Em] [A] But the fishery is dying and there's nothing left here [D] now for me.
[G] [D] The plants are all closing and it's changing all our [G] future plans.
[Em] [A] They've left us with nothing to do with these [D] saltwater hands.
[A] What will happen to those Newfoundlanders with [D] saltwater hands?
[G] [D] [G]
[A]
[D]
[G]
[A]
[D]
[N]
[N]
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_ _ _ _ I sit on the edge of the shore, gazing out [G] through the harbor,
_ _ _ _ [A]
watching the foam on the waves make its mark [D] on the sand.
_ _ _ I can't help but think of the days of [G] our forefathers,
_ _ _ [A] how they carved out a living by working the sea [D] and the land.
_ [E] _ _ [D] There was always a fish on the flake and the fish [G] on the table,
_ _ _ [A] and the work it was plenty from sunup until [D]
sundown.
_ _ _ But those days are gone and I can't help but sit [G] here and wonder,
_ _ _ [A] with no fish to catch, what will happen to our [D] little town?
_ [A] _ _ [D] Oh the white caps are calling, they're calling me back [G] to the sea.
_ [Em] _ _ [A] But the fishery is dying and there's nothing left here [D] now for me.
_ [G] _ _ [D] The plants are all closing and it's changing all our [G] future plans.
_ [Em] _ _ [A] And they left us with nothing to do with these [D] saltwater hands.
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_ _ _ _ Oh it took many years on the sea to build my [G] home around me.
_ _ [A] My family and friends were never too far [D] from my sight.
_ _ _ But I guess I'll be heading out west to put food [G] on the table.
Oh there's _ _ [A]
nothing to do but to change with the roll [D] of the tide.
_ [E] _ _ [D] Now the foghorn is wailing and the fog is sure [G] coming in fast.
_ _ _ [A] As I take one more look across the harbor and think [D] of the past.
_ _ _ And the ghost of our forefathers calls out to me [G] across the land.
_ _ _ [A] As I wipe away tears from my face with these [D] saltwater hands.
_ [A] _ _ [D] Oh the white caps are calling, they're calling me back [G] to the sea.
_ [Em] _ _ [A] But the fishery is dying and there's nothing left here [D] now for me.
_ [G] _ _ [D] The plants are all closing and it's changing all our [G] future plans.
_ [Em] _ _ [A] They've left us with nothing to do with these [D] saltwater hands.
_ _ _ [A] What will happen to those Newfoundlanders with [D] saltwater hands?
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_ _ _ _ I sit on the edge of the shore, gazing out [G] through the harbor,
_ _ _ _ [A]
watching the foam on the waves make its mark [D] on the sand.
_ _ _ I can't help but think of the days of [G] our forefathers,
_ _ _ [A] how they carved out a living by working the sea [D] and the land.
_ [E] _ _ [D] There was always a fish on the flake and the fish [G] on the table,
_ _ _ [A] and the work it was plenty from sunup until [D]
sundown.
_ _ _ But those days are gone and I can't help but sit [G] here and wonder,
_ _ _ [A] with no fish to catch, what will happen to our [D] little town?
_ [A] _ _ [D] Oh the white caps are calling, they're calling me back [G] to the sea.
_ [Em] _ _ [A] But the fishery is dying and there's nothing left here [D] now for me.
_ [G] _ _ [D] The plants are all closing and it's changing all our [G] future plans.
_ [Em] _ _ [A] And they left us with nothing to do with these [D] saltwater hands.
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_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ Oh it took many years on the sea to build my [G] home around me.
_ _ [A] My family and friends were never too far [D] from my sight.
_ _ _ But I guess I'll be heading out west to put food [G] on the table.
Oh there's _ _ [A]
nothing to do but to change with the roll [D] of the tide.
_ [E] _ _ [D] Now the foghorn is wailing and the fog is sure [G] coming in fast.
_ _ _ [A] As I take one more look across the harbor and think [D] of the past.
_ _ _ And the ghost of our forefathers calls out to me [G] across the land.
_ _ _ [A] As I wipe away tears from my face with these [D] saltwater hands.
_ [A] _ _ [D] Oh the white caps are calling, they're calling me back [G] to the sea.
_ [Em] _ _ [A] But the fishery is dying and there's nothing left here [D] now for me.
_ [G] _ _ [D] The plants are all closing and it's changing all our [G] future plans.
_ [Em] _ _ [A] They've left us with nothing to do with these [D] saltwater hands.
_ _ _ [A] What will happen to those Newfoundlanders with [D] saltwater hands?
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