Tablature ships that dont come in - Joe Diffie

          



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  Date: 2/26/97; 6:21:04 PM

  From: Tigerpc@aol.com

  Subject: Ships That Don't Come In by Joe Diffie

  

  SHIPS THAT DON'T COME IN

  Recorded by Joe Diffie

  Written by Dave Gibson and Paul Nelson

  

  Hey Greg!  I thought I would contribute a little since you've done so much

  for me.  I picked this out without having the music but it sounds right.  Any

  corrections are welcome!       Paul Crain  in South Louisiana

  

  G

  I could tell he'd had a tough life

             F

  By the way he sat and stared

  C

  And me, I'd come to push and shove

       G

  So I pulled up a chair.

  G

  We talked of roads untraveled

        F

  We talked of love untrue

       C

  Of strings that come unraveled

                G

  We were kings and kindred Fools

         Am

  And just when I'd hit bottom

          D

  That old man raised his glass

                    Am

  And said at least we had our chances

             D

  There's those who never have.

  

  CHORUS

      C                      D

  So here's to all the soldiers

                   G    D         C

  Who have ever died in vain

        Am                       D

  The insane locked up in themselves

        G

  The homeless down on Main

      C                             D

  To those who stand on empty shores

          G     D             C

  And spit against the wind

         Am                       D

  And those who wait forever

        C              D               G     G

  For ships that don't come in.

  

  2nd Verse

  He said it's only life's illusions

  That bring us to this bar

  To pick up these old crutches

  And compare each othees scars

  'Cuz the things we're calling heartache

  Hell, they're hardly worth our time

  We bitch about a dollar

  When there's those without a dime.

  And as he ordered one last round

  He said I guess we cant complain

  God made life a gamble

  And we're still in the game.

  REPEAT CHORUS 


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 Ships that dont come in, de Joe diffie 

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