WHITE SQUALL   Time: 4/4     Stan Rogers
From Fresh Water 1982			submitted by Ken Lee
					kandvlee@shaw.ca
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Now it's / just my luck to / have the watch, with / nothing left to / do,
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But / watch the deadly / waters glide, as we / roll north to the 
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/ Sault, and
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Wonder when they'll / turn again, and / pitch us to the / rail, and
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Whirl off one more /  youngster in the / gale.
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The / kid was so damned / eager, it was / all so big and / new,
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You / never had to / tell him twice, or / find him work to / do, and
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Evenings on the / mess deck, he was / always first to / sing, and
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Show us / pictures of the / girl he'd wed in / spring.

Chorus One (after verses 1, 2, 3,) Followed by run

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But I / told that kid a / hundred times, don't / take the lakes for 
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granted.
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They'll / go from calm to a / hundred knots, so / fast they seem en 
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- / chanted,
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But to - / night some red - eyed / Whiarton girl, lies / staring at the

Wall, and
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Her / lover's gone in - / to a white / squall.

Now it's a / thing that us old - / timers know, in a / sultry summer calm,
There / comes a blow from / nowhere, and it / goes off like a bomb, and
A / fifteen thousand / tonner can be / thrown upon her / beam,
While the / gale takes all be - / fore it with a / scream.
The / kid was on the / hatches, lying / staring at the / sky
From / where I stood, I / swear I could, see / tears fall from his / eye,
So I / hadn't the heart to / tell him, that he / should be on a / line,
Even on a / night so warm and / fine.

When it / struck, he sat up / with a start, I / roared to him: Get / down!
But for / all that he could/ hear, I might as / well not made a / sound.
So I / clung there to the / stanchions and I / felt my face grow / pale,
As he / crawled hand-over - / hand along the / rail

Now I could / feel her heeling / over with the / fury of the / blow, and
I / watched the rail go / under then, so / terrible and / slow.
Then like / some great dog she / shook herself and / roared upright a - / gain,
While / overside I / heard him call my / name.

So it's / just my luck to / have the watch, with / nothing left to do,
But / watch the deadly / waters glide, as we / roll north to the Sault, and
Wonder when they'll / turn again, and / pitch us to the / rail, and
Whirl off one more / youngster in the / gale, and

Chorus Two:

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But I / tell these kids a / hundred times, don't / take the lakes for 
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granted.
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They'll / go from calm to a / hundred knots, so / fast they seem en 
  /  E
- / chanted,
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But to - / night some red - eyed / Whiarton girl, lies / staring at the

Wall, and
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Her / lover's gone in - / to a white / squall.

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