Chords for Little Pot Stove by Nic Jones

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_ Where _ [Bb] _ [C] _ _ _
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_ _ the winter [C] blizzards blow, _
_ [Bb] _ [C] and the whaling [F] fleets at _ rest,
Tacked in leaf harbours, [C] sheltered bays, _ [Bb] _ [C] safely anchored ten [F] _ abreast.
Well, there's the [C] whalemen at their stations, as [Bb] from ship to [F] ship they [C] row,
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Carry bags of [F] coal with them, [Bb] and a little [Gm] _ [C]
iron [F] _ stove.
In the little dark [C] engine room, _ [Bb] where [C] the chill seeps [F] in your soul,
How [Bb] we huddle [C] round that little pot stove, [Bb] _ [C] that burned [F] oily rags and coal.
_ The fireman [C] Paddy works with me, [Bb] _ [C] on the engine [F] frozen cold,
And a stranger to the [C] truth was he.
_ [Bb] _ [C] There's not a lie [F] he hasn't told, well he boasted [C] of his gold mines,
[Bb] And of the hearts that he [C] had won, and [Bb] his [F] bawdy sense of humour shone,
[Bb] Just like [C] a [F] ray of sun. _ _
_ In the little dark [C] engine room, _
[Bb] where [C] the chill [F] seeps in your soul,
How we huddle round [C] that little pot stove, [Bb] [C] that burned oily [F] rags and coal. _ _
We live it [C] seven days a week, _ _
[Bb] with [C] cold hands [F] and frozen feet, _
Bitter days [C] and lonely _ [Bb]
nights, [C] making [F] grog and having fights.
There's salt fish [C] and whale meat sausage, and [Bb] fresh _ [C] penguinaise a treat.
_ [Bb] Then we struggle [F] on to work each day, [Bb] through the [C] icy winds [F] and _ sleet.
_ In the little dark [C] engine room, _ [Bb] _ [C] where the chill [F] seeps in your soul,
_ How we huddle [C] round that little pot stove, [Bb] _ [C] that burned [F] oily rags and coal.
_ _ Then [Bb] one day [C] we saw the sun, _ [Bb] _ [C] we saw the factory [F] ship return.
[Bb] _ [F] Meet your [Bb] old friends [C] and you sing a song, _ [Bb] _ [C] we'll hope the journey [F] wasn't long.
And then it's homeward bound and [C] it's over, _ _ [F] and [Bb] we'll leave [F] this [C] icy hole.
_ [Bb] But I always [F] will remember _ [Bb] that little [C] iron [F] stone. _
_ In the little dark [C] engine room, _ [Bb] where [C] the chill [F] seeps in your soul,
_ How we huddle [C] round that little pot stove, [Bb] that [C] burned oily [F] rags and coal. _
_ In the little dark [C] engine room, _ [Bb] where [C] the chill [F] seeps in your soul,
_ How we huddle round [C] that little pot stove, [Bb] _ [C] that burned oily [F] rags and coal.
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