Capo'd at the 2nd fret G C G Em D C I was born a land-bound farm boy and in New England raised, G Em D The rippling of the wheat fields, well they were my ocean waves. G C G Em D C Each cry and call, each rise and fall, of the crows a-cross the corn G D G C Em D Were seagulls swooping a-cross the bow, of a ship I dreamed I?d sail a-round G Cape Horn. G C G Em D C My deck was the dusty farm yard, my mast was the telegraph pole G Em D And the windblow choir in the telephone wire was the call heard in my soul G C G Em D C And it seemed to have been singing since the day that I was born G D G C Em D I'm gonna take a trip on a sailing ship, all the way around the wild Cape G Horn G C G Em D C Well I found that ship in Hamburg, her name it was Peking G Em D Our skipper?s name was Captain Jürs, and I?d never met a man like him. G C G Em D C He pulled two men out from the sea, by the hair, in a raging storm. G D G C Em D And he kept that grip on a sailing ship, all the way around the wild Cape G Horn. D Am Well its four hours on and its four hours off and you sleep in your wet C clothes G C Em D The only dry thing on the ship is the cargo down below G C G Em D C Eleven thousand miles we sailed, nigh on one hundred dawns G D G C Em D G Thirty two sails on a heaving ship, pulling us around the wild cape horn G C G Em D C Well the cargo weighed five thousand tons, the ship three thousand more. G Em D An acre of sail was up aloft, some seventeen storeys tall. G C G Em D C And we had a pig, and a scruffy dog and a turkey fed on corn. G D G C Em D G And willing hands who catch the wind, hauling us around the wild Cape Horn. G C G Em D C For seventeen days we were becalmed and then Friday the thirteenth G Em D Sixty eight great ships were lost in the storm of the century. G C G Em D C But we were swept into the Atlantic, on a sun-lit sparkling morn, G D G C Em D The turkey got sick, so we ate him quick, on the way around the wild Cape G Horn. D Am C Well she had us sort of hypnotised, no time to catch our breath, G C Em D If you want to feel real alive, well you have to flirt with death. G C G Em D C Sail close to the harnessed wind, and treat all risks with scorn G D G C Em D A farm boy and an un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape G Horn. G C G Em D C Now on that voyage we lost two boys, they got thrown overboard. G Em D Silence from us down below, no one could put in words. G C G Em D C Two empty bunks to mark the space in our young lives to mourn, G D G C Em D G Voids between all life and death, on the way around the wild Cape Horn G C G Em D C And mountain waves, like avalanches crashed upon the decks, G Em D The screaming winds snapped ropes and spars, and tried to have us wrecked. G C G Em D C But she rose and fell through foam and swell, her sails were ripped and torn G D G C Em D G Eight thousand tons tossed like a cork, on the way around the wild Cape Horn. D Am C And she had us sort of hypnotised, no time to catch our breath, G C Em D If you want to feel real alive, well you have to flirt with death. G C G Em D C Sail close to the harnessed wind, and treat all risks with scorn G D G C Em D A farm boy and an un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape G Horn. G D G C Em D Well, a farm boy and un-yoked team, ploughed their way around the wild Cape G Horn.
