• Song:

    White Squall

  • Artist:

    Stan Rogers

  • Album:

    From Fresh Water (Remas...

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C5               C5                    A5              F5
Now it's just my luck to have the watch, with nothing left to do
    E5                E5                   D5                G5
But watch the deadly waters glide, as we roll north to the Soo
    C5                   C5               A5              F5
And wonder when they'll turn again, and pitch us to the rail
    E5                 G5                C5        C5
And whirl off one more youngster in the gale


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The kid was so damned eager, it was all so big and new
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You never had to tell him twice, or find him work to do
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And evenings on the mess deck, he was always first to sing
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And show us pictures of the girl he'd wed in spring


CHORUS ONE (after verses 1, 3,):
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But I told that kid a hundred times, don't take the lakes for granted
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They'll go from calm to a hundred knots, so fast they seem en-chanted
       C5                   C5                  A5             F5
But to-night some red-eyed Wiarton girl, lies staring at the wall
        E5               G5          C5         C5
And her lover's gone in-to a white squall

    C5                 C5             A5             F5
Now it's a thing that us old-timers know, in a sultry summer calm
    E5            E5                  D5               G5
There comes a blow from nowhere, and it goes off like a bomb
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And a sixteen thousand tonner can be thrown upon her beam
    E5                      G5                C5        C5
While the gale takes all before it with a scream

    C5                 C5             A5             F5
The kid was on the hatches, lying staring at the sky
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From where I stood, I swear I could, see tears fall from his eye
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So I hadn't the heart to tell him , that he should be on a line
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Even on a night so warm and fine

WHITE SQUALL     PAGE TWO

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When it struck, he sat up with a start, I roared to him: Get down
        E5                 E5                D5              G5
But for all that he could hear, I might as well not made a sound
     
C5                  C5                A5                F5
So I clung there to the stanchions and I felt my face grow pale
      E5                G5              C5     C5
As he crawled hand-over-hand along the rail


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Now I could feel her heeling over with the fury of the blow
      E5                   E5              D5           F5
And I watched the rail go under then, so terrible and slow
          C5                  C5                 A5               F5
Then like some great dog she shook herself and roared upright a-gain
      E5         G5                 C5      C5
While overside I heard him call my name


        C5               C5                    A5              F5
So it's just my luck to have the watch, with nothing left to do
    E5                E5                   D5                G5
But watch the deadly waters glide, as we roll north to the Soo
    C5                   C5               A5              F5
And wonder when they'll turn again, and pitch us to the rail
    E5                 G5                C5        C5
And whirl off one more youngster in the gale


CHORUS TWO:
      G5                 G5                  F5                  E5
And I tell these kids a hundred times, don't take the lakes for granted
        A5                E5                 D5                G5
They'll go from calm to a hundred knots, so fast they seem en-chanted
       C5                   C5                  A5             F5
But to-night some red-eyed Wiarton girl, lies staring at the wall
        E5              G5          C5         C5
And her lover's gone into a white squall
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