[Verse 1]
Em A G
The air all painted pallid grey, the storm was comin' in
Dsus2 /C /B Em (fill 2)
Folks were lining out in all directions
Em A G
Me an Holt and Henry Short were pitchin' on the skiff,
Dsus2 /C /B Em (fill 2)
Trying to make it home before the night
Bm/B /F# /B /F# A
And the grey waves were rollin',
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Bold the brave, brave ocean
G Em (Fill 1)x2
And rolled us suckers in
Em A G
Well I don't keep to goings on, I tend to stick with kin
Dsus2 /C /B Em (Fill 2)
But Watson had it in from the beginning
Em A G
He built that house on Chatham bend, a whitewashed knotted pine
Dsus2 /C /B Em (Fill 2)
Ninety acres furrowed for the cane
Bm/B /F# /B /F# A
And he drove it down from Georgia
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His dad a martyred soldier
G Em (Fill 1) /G
In the war between the States
A G Dsus2 /D /C /B
Lord, bring down the flood
A G Dsus2
Wash away the blood
/C /B Em
And drown these everglades
/C /B Em
And put us in our place
Bm/B /F# /B /F# C
(Fill 3)
We layed Edgar Watson in his grave
G Em (Fill 1)x4
We layed him in his grave
Em A G
Till I'm dust I'll never know why he came ashore
Dsus2 /C /B Em (Fill 2)
With all those killers gathered on the shorelines
Em A G
Kicking holes in ugly mud, with trigger fingers pinched
Dsus2 /C /B Em (Fill 2)
A brace of rifles bristled in the wind
Bm/B /F# /B /F# A
And we towed his body northbound
Bm/B /F# /B /F# A
And buried him all face down
G Em (Fill 1) /G
With a good view into hell
A G Dsus2 /D /C /B
Lord, bring down the flood
A G Dsus2
Wash away the blood
/C /B Em
And drown these everglades
/C /B Em
And put us in our place
Bm/B /F# /B /F# C
(Fill 3)
We layed Edgar Watson in his grave
G Em (Fill 1)
We layed him in his grave
Em Em (Fill 1)
We layed him in his grave
Em (Fill 1)x3 Em
We layed him in his gra____ve
