Chords for The South Coast of Texas
Tempo:
96.05 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
F
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Over the south coast of Texas, that's [F] a thin slice of life.
[G] It's salty and hard, it is stirred [C] as a knife.
Where the wind is for blowing [F] up, hurricanes for showing.
[G] The snakes how to swim and the trees [C] how to lean.
[F] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer [C] joints,
cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
[C]
[F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
and [G] the deckhands are singing adios, dole o [C]'clock.
Now there's snowbirds in search of that sunshine and [G] nightlife,
fond of greasing palms down the beach [C] as they're going.
Now this living on the edge of the waters [F] of the world
[G] demands the dignity of whooping cranes and the likes of [C] Gilbert Trollo.
[F] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints,
[C]
cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
[Em] [F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
[G] and the deckhands are singing adios, dole [C] o'clock.
[Em] [F]
[G]
[C]
In the cars of my [F] youth, how I tore through those sand [G] dunes
and cut up my tires on them [C] oyster shell roads.
I've been nothingness forever, [F] say the old men in the shipyards,
[G] turning trees into [Dm] shrimp boats, [G] hell, I guess they [C] ought to know.
[F] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer [C] joints,
cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
[F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
[G] and the deckhands are singing adios, [C] dole o'clock.
[F] Well, the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints,
[C] cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
[D]
[F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
[G] and the deckhands are singing adios, dole o [C]'clock.
[G] Well, the deckhands are singing adios, dole o [C]'clock.
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[E] [A]
[B] [E]
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[G] It's salty and hard, it is stirred [C] as a knife.
Where the wind is for blowing [F] up, hurricanes for showing.
[G] The snakes how to swim and the trees [C] how to lean.
[F] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer [C] joints,
cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
[C]
[F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
and [G] the deckhands are singing adios, dole o [C]'clock.
Now there's snowbirds in search of that sunshine and [G] nightlife,
fond of greasing palms down the beach [C] as they're going.
Now this living on the edge of the waters [F] of the world
[G] demands the dignity of whooping cranes and the likes of [C] Gilbert Trollo.
[F] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints,
[C]
cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
[Em] [F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
[G] and the deckhands are singing adios, dole [C] o'clock.
[Em] [F]
[G]
[C]
In the cars of my [F] youth, how I tore through those sand [G] dunes
and cut up my tires on them [C] oyster shell roads.
I've been nothingness forever, [F] say the old men in the shipyards,
[G] turning trees into [Dm] shrimp boats, [G] hell, I guess they [C] ought to know.
[F] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer [C] joints,
cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
[F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
[G] and the deckhands are singing adios, [C] dole o'clock.
[F] Well, the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints,
[C] cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
[D]
[F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
[G] and the deckhands are singing adios, dole o [C]'clock.
[G] Well, the deckhands are singing adios, dole o [C]'clock.
[A]
[E] [A]
[B] [E]
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Key:
G
C
F
E
A
G
C
F
Over the south coast of Texas, that's [F] a thin slice of life.
[G] It's salty and hard, it is stirred [C] as a knife. _
Where the wind is for blowing [F] up, hurricanes for showing.
[G] The snakes how to swim and the trees [C] how to lean. _
[F] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer [C] joints,
cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
_ [C]
[F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
and [G] the deckhands are singing adios, dole o [C]'clock. _ _ _
_ _ Now there's snowbirds in search of that sunshine and [G] nightlife,
fond of greasing palms down the beach [C] as they're going.
Now this living on the edge of the waters [F] of the world
[G] demands the dignity of whooping cranes and the likes of [C] Gilbert Trollo.
_ [F] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints,
[C] _
cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
_ [Em] [F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
[G] and the deckhands are singing adios, dole [C] o'clock.
_ _ [Em] _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _
In the cars of my [F] youth, how I tore through those sand [G] dunes
and cut up my tires on them [C] oyster shell roads.
I've been nothingness forever, [F] say the old men in the shipyards,
[G] turning trees into [Dm] shrimp boats, [G] hell, I guess they [C] ought to know. _ _
[F] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer [C] joints,
cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn. _
[F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
[G] and the deckhands are singing adios, [C] dole o'clock. _ _
[F] Well, the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints,
[C] _ cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
_ [D]
[F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
[G] and the deckhands are singing _ adios, dole o [C]'clock. _ _
[G] Well, the deckhands are singing adios, dole o [C]'clock. _ _ _ _ _
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[G] It's salty and hard, it is stirred [C] as a knife. _
Where the wind is for blowing [F] up, hurricanes for showing.
[G] The snakes how to swim and the trees [C] how to lean. _
[F] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer [C] joints,
cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
_ [C]
[F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
and [G] the deckhands are singing adios, dole o [C]'clock. _ _ _
_ _ Now there's snowbirds in search of that sunshine and [G] nightlife,
fond of greasing palms down the beach [C] as they're going.
Now this living on the edge of the waters [F] of the world
[G] demands the dignity of whooping cranes and the likes of [C] Gilbert Trollo.
_ [F] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints,
[C] _
cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
_ [Em] [F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
[G] and the deckhands are singing adios, dole [C] o'clock.
_ _ [Em] _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _
In the cars of my [F] youth, how I tore through those sand [G] dunes
and cut up my tires on them [C] oyster shell roads.
I've been nothingness forever, [F] say the old men in the shipyards,
[G] turning trees into [Dm] shrimp boats, [G] hell, I guess they [C] ought to know. _ _
[F] And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer [C] joints,
cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn. _
[F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
[G] and the deckhands are singing adios, [C] dole o'clock. _ _
[F] Well, the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints,
[C] _ cranking them down for their sail [G] with the dawn.
_ [D]
[F] They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche,
[G] and the deckhands are singing _ adios, dole o [C]'clock. _ _
[G] Well, the deckhands are singing adios, dole o [C]'clock. _ _ _ _ _
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