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F#m   Bm                       E   
   Im sick of the weather up here
        A      B     F#m
It goes on and on my dear
        Bm                 E
And the fish arent coming still
     A        B       F#m
They wait and wait untill
   Bm              E
We put our anchor down
   A           B        F#m
We steal a few hours in town
   Bm                        E
My feet weren't made for the sea
          A        B
They were made for running

Bm   A E
Free - E - E
Bm   A E
Free - E - E

It don't make much sense to
Bm A E
Me - E - E

It don't make much to
Bm A E
Me - E - E

To be stuck on a boat at sea

F#m Bm E A B x2

It's harder to have you here
In the cannery so near
Baking bread and drinking wine
All just to pass the time
And I see the ships and they're
Were my love lets down here hair
But Dad works us all day
So it's here, right here we'll

Stay-ay-ay
Stay-ay-ay
Stay-ay-ay
Never going to Larson
Bay-ay-ay
Never going to Larson
Bay-ay-ay
Never going to Larson
Bay-ay-ay
                      F#m Bm E A B F#m
Never going to Larson Bay