John Allyn Smith Sails

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By the second 
B
verse, dear friends, my 
C♯m
head will burst and my 
A
life will end,
  
so I’d 
B
like to start this one off by saying 
E
“live! and love!”
E
I was young and at 
B
home in bed, 
C♯m
hanging on the words some 
A
poem said
  
in 
B
’31; I was im
E
pressionable.
  
I was up
F♯m
settable.
  
I tried to 
C♯m
make my breathing 
A
stop or my heart beat 
B
slow,
  
so when my 
C♯m
mom and John came 
A
in I would be 
B
cold.
  
From a 
E
bridge on Washington 
B
Avenue, the 
C♯m
year of 19
A
72
  
broke my 
B
bones and skull, and it was 
E
memorable.
  
It was 
E
half a second in; I was 
B
half-way down — do you 
C♯m
think I wanted to 
A
turn back around
  
and 
B
teach a class Where you 
E
kiss the ass
  
that I’ve ex
F♯m
posed to you?
  
And at the 
C♯m
funeral, the 
A
Universi
B
ty
  
cried at three 
C♯m
poems they’d pre
A
sent in place of a 
B
broken me.
  
I was 
E
breaking in a 
B
case of suds at the 
C♯m
Brass Rail, a 
A
fall-down drunk
  
with his 
B
tongue torn out and his 
E
balls removed.
  
And I 
E
knew that my last 
B
lines were gone, while, 
C♯m
stupidly, I 
A
lingered on.
  
Oh, but 
B
wise men know when it’s 
E
time to go,
  
And so 
F♯m
I should too.
  
And so I 
C♯m
fly into the 
A
brightest winter 
B
sun
  
of this 
C♯m
frozen town. I’m 
A
stripped down to move 
B
on,
  
my friends: I’m 
F♯m (2nd fret)
gone.
E (1st)
I hear my father fall,
  
and 
E
I hear my mother call,
  
and 
E
I hear the others all whispering, “Come 
B
home”.
  
I’m 
E
sorry to go.
  
I loved you all 
A
so,
  
but 
E
this is the worst trip 
B
 I’ve ever been 
E
on.
  
So 
E
hoist up the John B. sail. (Hoist up the John B. sail)
E
See how the main sail sets. (See how the main sail sets)
  
I’m 
E
full in my heart and my head and I want to go 
B
home,
  
with a book in my 
E
hand, in the way I had 
A
planned.
  
Well, 
E
this is the worst trip 
B
 I’ve ever been 
E
on.
E
Hoist up the John B. sail. (Hoist up the John B. sail)
E
See how the main sail sets. (See how the main sail sets)
  
I’m 
E
full in my heart and my head and I wanna go 
B
home,
  
with a book in each 
E
hand, (With a book in each hand)
  
in the way I had 
A
planned. (In the way I had planned)
  
I 
E
feel so broke up, 
B
 I wanna go 
E
home.