The Wreck Of The Green Cove chords by Gordon Bok

Intro:
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Verse 1:
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I was broke in old Vancouver
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Met a mate, an all-time loser
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He said he could help me out
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So to the tugboat office we set out
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Right away, they said, "Me boy,
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We'll sign you up this very day"
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So to the harbour, unsuspectin'
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Ridin' high, I made my way

Verse 2:
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When first I saw the old Green Cove
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Her keel was bent, her pipes were stoved
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The decks were leaking on the bunks
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And the paint was peelin' off in chunks
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The engine-room was thick with grease
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The stack with rust, was eaten through
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Deck-head, it was all a shambles
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Towline broken right in two


Verse 3:
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I went aboard and the mate was drunk
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The skipper passed out in his bunk
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The chief was in an awful pain
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With a bout of the rheumatis again
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In despair, I wandered aft
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The bilge in the galley was knee-deep
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Dirty dishes in the sink
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And the rats around the shelves did creep


Instrumental:
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Verse 4:
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I'll never know how we made it out
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From the dockside in and round about
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Past Brockton Point in a terrible fog
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The Green Cove ridin' like a log
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But the fog in the mate's befuddled mind
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Was thicker than it was outside
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As at the wheel he weaved and swayed
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We set out on our fateful ride


Verse 5:
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That night as I heard the mate a-snorin'
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Keeping time to teredos borin'
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I tried my darnedest not to think
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Of the long ride down if the boat should sink
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Late that night, a storm come up
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The pump gave out and the seas come in
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And I had to pump her out by hand
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And I swore, by god, that the sea would win


Verse 6:
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By luck we reached our destination
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A windswept bay, sheer desolation
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Blowin' hard, blowin' cold
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Coldest night of the year, I'm told
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We tied the tug up to the tow
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There wasn't much else that we could do
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The skipper says, "Boys, let 'er blow
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We'll patch her up as good as new"


Verse 7:
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Well, three days passed and the wind died down
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We set off towin' logs to town
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But a mightier wind was yet to blow
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But how in the Hell were we to know?
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But old Dame Fortune served us well
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As past the Refuge we did wind
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Potato Point and Harwood Island
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Towin' logs and makin' time


Verse 8:
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But this good luck that we could not match
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Gave out when we reached the Cabbage Patch
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Down Malaspina we did trail
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A westerly upon our tail
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We rounded Scotch Fir, turned up Jervis
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Buckin' tide all on the way
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Made poor time over Agamemnon
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Had to tie up in Boom Bay


Verse 9:
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Well, the wind died down and we set off
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But the engine soon began to cough
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And the matched-up seams began to leak
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And the old boat she did groan and creak
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Oh, we was desperate, low on vittles
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Had some coffee and some tea
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And a dozen cans of Campbell's finest
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Chicken Noodle and Green Pea


Verse 10:
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Off Merry Island, late that night
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A storm come down, it was a fright
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Trail Islands we knew we must reach
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Or the tow would soon be on the beach
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But the skipper he was reading Climax
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Missed the channel in the dark
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With a sickenin' grindin' and a crash
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He'd piled her up on the Southeast Rock


Verse 11:
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He piled her up, he bent her wheel
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He cracked her sternpost, broke her keel
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And off that rock we felt her slide
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With a sickenin' list to the starboard side
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Well, the winds did howl and the seas did roar
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And the Green Cove she went three times round
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Whistled us a last farewell
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And slithered forty fathoms down


Verse 12:
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Now the skipper and the mate grabbed the only lifeboat
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Rowed like Hell from the sinking tugboat
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Rowin' hard for the nearest land
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The last they were seen by woman or man
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And the chief, that skunk from Campbell River
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Grabbed the life-rings, one, two, three
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Left me there with a hemlock sliver
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Tossin' round on the stormy sea


Verse 13:
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I was washed up at the break of day
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Along the shores of Sargent Bay
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The only survivor of that gale
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That's left to tell this mournful tale
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And now that you have heard my story
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You'll know why, forever more
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I'll never go to sea again
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I'm quite contented here on shore