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From: bam@wam.umd.edu (Brian Michalowski)

Note:  This is taken from the sheet music arranged for piano.  Some of the
       tab may need to be played an octave higher.  You may need to capo at
       at the first fret for some of these songs, too.


                                      Fins


E-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
B-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
G-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
D-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
A--0--|-----1-2-3-----3-|-----2-1-0-----0-|-----1-2-3-------|
E-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
   &    1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &   1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &   1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &

             Bb               C 	      F
She came     down from        Cincinna-       ti
It took her  three days       on the          train.
             Lookin' for some peace and qui-  et
	     Hoped to see the sun again
But now she  lives down       by the 	      ocean
She's takin' care to          look for sharks
They	     hang out         in the lo-      cal bars
And they     feed right       after dark

Am7		   Dm7		      Am7		                  Dm7
Can't you feel 'em cir-clin', honey?  Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
	Bb 	    C     Bb          C                     Bb   C            F
You got fins to the left, fins to the right, and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right, and you're the only bait in town.

Additional lyrics:

She's saving up all of her money
Wants to head it south in May
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n' roll man
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season
Helps to lighten her load
Boys keep her high as the months go by
She's getting postcards from the road.

(chorus)

Sailed off to Antigua
It took her three days on a boat
Lookin' for some peace and quiet
Maybe keep her dreams afloat
But now she feels like a remora
'Cause the school's still close at hand
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
Of the sharks that can swim on the land.

(chorus)

--
Brian Michalowski | "Without music, life would   | "I'm sure I'd feel much
bam@wam.umd.edu   |  be a mistake." -- Nietzsche |  worse if I wasn't under
"Music was his life; it was not his livelihood." |  such heavy sedation."
        -- Harry Chapin, "Mr. Tanner"            |  -- from _Spinal Tap_