Get Her Into Shore (Larry Kaplan) (E) Am - / Am G Am / Am - / Am - / Am G Am / Am - / Dm Am / G Am / Get her into shore. She can't take it any more. She's too far from home,; It's gonna break her bones. Won't you get her into shore. No sir, I can't stand The bitter cold. Twas the third day of the year. There were three of us then. We were the youngest of ten, Two for lines and one for gear. When it blows North East On the George's bank, You don't like to take your time. But the engine was old, She didn't like the cold, And we fell back on our line. CHORUS Jack threw the switch Said, "You old son of a bitch! What the Hell do you think you're doin'? Brought us to the poor house Too many times; You ain't taking us to our ruin." Then the line went slack; We felt the stern turn back, And she headed up again. But she just lightened up And I knew we were stuck, Lying broadside to the wind. CHORUS Jack picked up the ax; He cut the scree from the tracks. He swung so hard he smashed the rail. He spit in the sea , And looks hard at me, And his face was whiter than hail. Then we tried her again; We gave her all that we got, And we felt that screw turn round. I remember I prayed For some more spirit way On that black and ugly ground. CHORUS Jack threw the bow rope in; To run with to the tide, But she fell into the trough. With her rails to the swell, She just leaned in and fell, And I knew that we all were lost. All I could see Was that rotten old keel With the line put across her stern. And I just called to her That I couldn't go down. I just wish I'd never been born. CHORUS Those tides run strong In the winter time. You're a fool to go and try. God bless the poor men, Who were born on the sea God save poor men who die. copyright Hannah Lane Music DC
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