Song For Gale chords by Cindy Kallet

Key: G


Verse 1:
G           Am           G                       C
Blue skies, south wind, fish jumping into your hand
       C           G          Am        D              G         C           D
What a time to be working old Nantucket Sound from the islands into the mainland

Chorus:
C                        G                      D                             G
Get me my fiddle, we’ll sing all the old songs, you take the high notes, and I’ll sing the low
C                                  G              Em           Am                   D            G
Good times and hard times they’re all worth the telling, don’t matter to me if you sing ’em that well.

Verse 2:
G          Am                          G                      C
Worn out, smelling of bait, you’d come home at the end of the day
        C        G                Am           D                 G             C           D
And the sun over West Chop, those warm summer breezes, made you think that it never could change

Chorus:
C                        G                      D                             G
Get me my fiddle, we’ll sing all the old songs, you take the high notes, and I’ll sing the low
C                                  G              Em           Am                   D            G
Good times and hard times they’re all worth the telling, don’t matter to me if you sing ’em that well.

Verse 3:
G                         Am                             G                        C
I remember days when you worked for your living, pullin' hard just to get back to shore
        C           G            Am         D                  G            C        D
And you busted your back and you never got dinner, they don’t talk much of that anymore

Chorus:
C                        G                      D                             G
Get me my fiddle, we’ll sing all the old songs, you take the high notes, and I’ll sing the low
C                                  G              Em           Am                   D            G
Good times and hard times they’re all worth the telling, don’t matter to me if you sing ’em that well.

Verse 4:
     G                             Am                               G                   C
You sat with the old folks, fell asleep to their stories, stayed awake in the hollering winds
          C              G                 Am          D            G                C            D
Sang your songs till the children were all tucked away warm and the night tide comes rolling back in

Chorus:
C                        G                      D                             G
Get me my fiddle, we’ll sing all the old songs, you take the high notes, and I’ll sing the low
C                                  G              Em           Am                   D            G
Good times and hard times they’re all worth the telling, don’t matter to me if you sing ’em that well.

Chorus:
N.C.
Get me my fiddle, we’ll sing all the old songs, you take the high notes, and I’ll sing the low
N.C.
Good times and hard times they’re all worth the telling, don’t matter to me if you sing ’em that well.