X: 1
T: Salt Water Joys
O: Wayne Chaulk
M: 4/4
L: 1/8
K: Cmaj
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w:Just to wake up in the morn-ing, to the qui-et of the cove, and to hear Aunt Bes-sie talk-ing to her-self.
w:Fol-low-ing the lit-tle_ brook as it tric-kles to the shore, in the au-tumn when the trees are flam-ing red
w:How_ can I leave those morn-ings with the sun-rise on the cove, and the gulls like flies sur-round-ing Clay-ton’s wharf
CD |    E2 E2 F2 E2 | "G"D6    ED | "Am"C C3 c2 B2 | "F"A6 G2 | "C"E2 E2 E2 E2 | "G7"F  D3 C2 B,2 | "C"C6
w:And to hear poor Un-cle John, mum-bling wish-es to old Nell; it made me feel that ev-ery-thing was fine.
w:Kick-ing leaves that fall a-round~me, watch-ing sun-sets paint the hills; that’s all I’ll e-ver need to feel at home. 
w:Plat-ter’s Is-land wrapped in rain-bow in the eve-ning after fog; the o-cean smells are per-fume to my soul.
cA | "G"B2 B2 B2 B2 | "Am"c2 A4 AA | "F"A2 A2 G F3 | "C"G6 c2 | "G"B2 B2 B2 B2 | "Am"c2 A4 A2 | "F"A2 A2 G2 F2 | "C"G6
w:I was born down by the wa-ter, it’s_ here I’m gon-na stay. I’ve searched for all the rea-sons why I should go a-way.
w:This_ is-land that we cling to has been hand-ed down with pride, by folks that fought to live here, taking hard-ships all in stride.
w:Some_ go to where the build-ings reach_ to meet_ the clouds, where warm and gen-tle peo-ple turn~to swarm-in’, face-less crowds. 
CD |    E2 E2 F2 E2 | "G"D3 D E2 D2 | "Am"C4 c2 B2 | "F"A6 GF | "C"E2 E2 E2 E2 |     F2 E2 D2 z2 | "G7"D4 ED B,2 | "C"C6 :|
w:But I have-n’t got the thirst for all those mo-dern day toys so I’ll_ just take my chan-ces with those salt-wa-ter joys.
w:So I’ll com-pli-ment her beau-ty, hold on to my good-byes, and I’ll stay and take my chan-ces with those salt-wa-ter joys.
w:So I’ll do_ with-out their ri-ches, gla-mour and the noise, and I’ll stay and take my chan-ces with those salt-wa-ter joys.
W:
W:Just to wake up in the morning, to the quiet of the cove
W:And to hear Aunt Bessie talking to herself.
W:And to hear poor Uncle John, mumbling wishes to old Nell
W:It made me feel that everything was fine.
W:
W:I was born down by the water, it’s here I’m gonna stay
W:I’ve searched for all the reasons why I should go away
W:But I haven’t got the thirst for all those modern day toys
W:So I’ll just take my chances with those saltwater joys.
W:
W:Following the little brook as it trickles to the shore
W:In the autumn when the trees are flaming red
W:Kicking leaves that fall around me
W:Watching sunsets paint the hills
W:That’s all I’ll ever need to feel at home.
W:
W:This island that we cling to has been handed down with pride
W:By folks that fought to live here, taking hardships all in stride
W:So I’ll compliment her beauty, hold on to my goodbyes
W:And I’ll stay and take my chances with those saltwater joys.
W:
W:How can I leave those mornings with the sunrise on the cove
W:And the gulls like flies surrounding Clayton’s wharf
W:Platter’s Island wrapped in rainbow in the evening after fog
W:The ocean smells are perfume to my soul.
W:
W:Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds
W:Where warm and gentle people turn to swarmin’, faceless crowds
W:So I’ll do without their riches, glamour and the noise
W:And I’ll stay and take my chances with those saltwater joys.
W:
W:Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds
W:Where warm and gentle people turn to swarmin’, faceless crowds
W:So I’ll do without their riches, glamour and the noise
W:And I’ll stay and take my chances with those saltwater joys.
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