Song for a Deck Hand's Daughter - James McMurtry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Standard tuning, no capo.
INTRO:
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VERSE 1:
He'd always whistle "Jolie Blonde"
On his way out the back door on a Friday night
So many times he just stayed gone
And rarely did he try to treat your Mama right
Shut off the tractor with the field half mowed
Set the brake and headed down the road
Came home for Christmas, never said where he'd been
With no presents for the children
Only stories for the men
CHORUS 1: Am G(see riff at end) Still your Mama called him Daddy
She never told him no
Said she couldn't help but love him
You wondered how it could be so
VERSE 2: He'd work two weeks out on a river barge She worked in the factory, never missed a day He'd spend his week off holding up the bar Never took him long to drink a deck hand's pay Wind off the river cut the lines on his face And left him dreaming of some other place Maybe Memphis town or Baton Rouge When it's cold in Cape Girardeau There's nothing much to do
CHORUS 2 (same as before)
SOLO:
VERSE 3:
And if his suitcase wasn't standing in the hall
He might not be coming home at all
All the sides of him you never knew before
Would be drifting down the river
To another back door
CHORUS 3: (chords as before) Still your Mama called him Daddy She couldn't tell him no Said she couldn't help but love a man like that You wondered how it could be so