Rolling Down To Old Maui Chords by Louis Killen
Tempo:
112.75 bpm
Chords used:
F
Ab
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
It is a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, we whalemen undergo.
We don't give a damn when the gale is done, how hard the winds did blow.
Where a homeward bound is a grand old sound, with a good ship taught and free.
We don't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls of Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale, through the ice and wind and rain.
And them coconut fronds in them tropical lands, we soon shall see again.
Six hellish months have passed away in the cold Kamchatka Sea.
But now we're bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale, towards our island home.
Our main must sprung and our whaling done, and we ain't got far to roam.
Our stunsel booms is carried away, what care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us, thank God we're a homeward bound.
Rolling down to Old [F] Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, [Ab] rolling down to Old Maui.
How soft the breeze from the island trees, now the ice is far astern.
And them native maids in them island glades is awaiting our return.
Even now their big black eyes look out, hoping some [Gm] fine day to see.
Our baggy sails are running for the gales, rolling down to Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
We don't give a damn when the gale is done, how hard the winds did blow.
Where a homeward bound is a grand old sound, with a good ship taught and free.
We don't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls of Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale, through the ice and wind and rain.
And them coconut fronds in them tropical lands, we soon shall see again.
Six hellish months have passed away in the cold Kamchatka Sea.
But now we're bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale, towards our island home.
Our main must sprung and our whaling done, and we ain't got far to roam.
Our stunsel booms is carried away, what care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us, thank God we're a homeward bound.
Rolling down to Old [F] Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, [Ab] rolling down to Old Maui.
How soft the breeze from the island trees, now the ice is far astern.
And them native maids in them island glades is awaiting our return.
Even now their big black eyes look out, hoping some [Gm] fine day to see.
Our baggy sails are running for the gales, rolling down to Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Key:
F
Ab
Gm
F
Ab
Gm
F
Ab
It is a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, we whalemen undergo.
_ We don't give a damn when the gale is done, how hard the winds did blow.
Where a homeward bound is a grand old sound, with a good ship taught and free.
_ We don't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls of Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale, through the ice and wind and rain.
And them coconut fronds in them tropical lands, we soon shall see again.
Six hellish months have passed away in the cold Kamchatka Sea.
But now we're bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale, towards our island home.
_ Our main must sprung and our whaling done, and we ain't got far to roam.
Our stunsel booms is carried away, what care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us, thank God we're a homeward bound.
Rolling down to Old [F] Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old _ Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, [Ab] rolling down to Old Maui.
How soft the breeze from the island trees, now the ice is far astern.
And them native maids in them island glades is awaiting our return.
Even now their big black eyes look out, hoping some [Gm] fine day to see.
_ Our baggy sails are running for the gales, rolling down to Old Maui. _
Rolling down to Old Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ We don't give a damn when the gale is done, how hard the winds did blow.
Where a homeward bound is a grand old sound, with a good ship taught and free.
_ We don't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls of Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale, through the ice and wind and rain.
And them coconut fronds in them tropical lands, we soon shall see again.
Six hellish months have passed away in the cold Kamchatka Sea.
But now we're bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale, towards our island home.
_ Our main must sprung and our whaling done, and we ain't got far to roam.
Our stunsel booms is carried away, what care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us, thank God we're a homeward bound.
Rolling down to Old [F] Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old _ Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, [Ab] rolling down to Old Maui.
How soft the breeze from the island trees, now the ice is far astern.
And them native maids in them island glades is awaiting our return.
Even now their big black eyes look out, hoping some [Gm] fine day to see.
_ Our baggy sails are running for the gales, rolling down to Old Maui. _
Rolling down to Old Maui, my boys, rolling down to Old Maui.
Where a homeward bound from the Arctic around, rolling down to Old Maui. _ _ _ _ _ _
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