Sailor's Prayer --- Tom Lewis

This [G]dirty town has [C]been my [G]home since [C]last time I was [G]sailing

But [C]I'll not stay a-[G]nother day, I'd [D7]sooner be out [G]whaling

[chorus]  Oh [C]Lord above, send [G]down a dove, with [C]beak as sharp as [G]razors

               To  [C]cut the throat of [G]them there blokes who [D7]sells bad beer to [G]sailors

Paid [G]off me [C]score and [G]then ashore, me [C]money soon was [G]flying

With [C]Judy Lee u-[G]pon my knee and [D7]in my ear a-[G]lying

With my [G]newfound friends, my [C]money [G]spent just as [C]fast as [G]winking

But [C]when I make to [G]clean the slate, the [D7]landlord says, "Keep [G]Drinking"

With me [G]money gone and [C]clothes in [G]pawn and [C]Judy set for [G]leaving

Six [C]months of pay gone [G]in three days, but [D7]Judy isn't [G]grieving

When the [G]crimp comes round, I'll [C]take his [G]pound and [C]his hand I'll be [G]shaking

To-[C]morrow morn sail [G]for the Horn just [D7]as the dawn is [G]breaking

So for [G]one last trip from [C]port I'll [G]ship but [G]next time back I'm [G]swearing

I'll [C]settle down in [G]my hometown and [D7]go no more sea-[G]faring

[chorus]  Oh [C]Lord above, send [G]down a dove, with [C]beak as sharp as [G]razors

               To  [C]cut the throat of [G]them there blokes who [D7]sells bad beer to [G]sailors

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