G-----------------D--------------G--------------C There's a-cri-mo-ny down in the card room, with win-ning hands thrown on the baize, ---D-------------------------------------------------C--------D For-got-ten cards wait on the end of de-bate, all about the good old days; G7-----------------------------------C-------------------A Cap-tains and Mates get-tin' tes-ty, with me-mo-ries not of the best, G------------------C------------------G Tem-pers are ris-ing, down at the Sailor's Rest.
Blue eyes in wrinkled Morocco, still scan the horizon for squalls, Zeroes in the skies of the lookout's eyes, where he should see pawnshop balls; Spice in the wind off Java, and the bars in Pepeete were best, But the deck is too steady, down at the Sailor's Rest.
Chorus:
D-------------------------------C Oh, how they talk of the day they ar-rived, Em-------------------C----------------------Am---------D Af-ter the years, all the storms and the tears, still ve-ry much a-live, --------------G7------------------C Oh, how their lives spilled out on the floor, ---------Em----------------------Am From the bat-tered old sea-bags, the jour-nals and logs, --------Em--------------------A7 And the keep-sakes locked in the chests, ----------G---------------C------------------G That were stored 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:
Oh, how they talk of the way they survived, After the years, all the storms and the tears, still very much alive, Oh, how their lives 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.
Be nice if someone actually sang this song at this gathering.