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by Stan Rogers


Sailor's Rest - Stan Rogers - Home In Halifax - Chords

Note - I'm not exactly sure how he does the little thing at the beginning of the
chorus, but I played around with my guitar a bit, and what I've got there sounds
pretty good to me :P

                                                                  
It's acrimony down in the card-room, with winning hands thrown on the baize
                                                        
For-gotten cards wait on the end of debate on the good old days
                                                        
Captains and mates gettin' tes-ty, with memories not of the best
                                           
And tempers are flyin', down at the Sailor's Rest


                                                      
Blue eyes in wrinkled Mo-rocco, still search the horizon for squalls
                                                                
And Zeroes in the sky, and the watchkeeper's eye, and the pawnshop balls
                                                            
The spice in the wind off of Java, and the bars in Papeete were best
                                               
But the deck is too steady, down at the Sailor's Rest


CHORUS

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And, oh, how they talked of the day they'd ar-rived
                                                                 
When after the years, all the storms and the tears, still very much a-live
     -                                 
And, oh, how their lives were spilled out on the floor
                                 
From the battered old seabags, the journals and logs 
                               
And the keepsakes locked in the chests
                                                  
That were stowed in the attic, down at the Sailor's Rest


                                                              
No rail on the messroom table, and you're dead if you spit on the floor
                                                      
No grog allowed, no singin' too loud, and no locks on the doors
                                                                     
But there's always a fire in the card room, and the tucker is always the best
                                                
And they'll end it together, down at the Sailor's Rest

CHORUS

     --                            
And, oh, how they talked of the day they'd ar-rived
                                                                 
When after the years, all the storms and the tears, still very much a-live
     -                                  
And, oh, how their lives were spilled out on the floor
                                 
From the battered old seabags, the journals and logs
                               
And the keepsakes locked in the chests
                                                  
That were sold at the auction, down at the Sailor's Rest


                                                               
So it's acrimony down in the card-room, with winning hands thrown on the baize
                                                      
For-gotten cards wait on the end of debate on the good old days
                                                        
Captains and mates gettin' tes-ty, with memories not of the best
                                                 
But they'll end it together', down at the Sailor's Rest


                             
It's acrimony down in the card-room

Darcy Smith
thescientist