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A Girl In Port

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Chorus:
  
Let fall your 
A
soft and swaying 
E
skirt.
  
Let fall your 
B
shoes. Let fall your 
F♯m
shirt.
  
I’m not the 
A
ladykilling 
E
sort
  
enough to 
B
hurt 
A
 a girl in 
E
port
There is a B chord between certain verses. Listen for the timing.
  
Marie’s gone 
A
blonde and lost a 
E
stone. She lay on the 
B
lawn, spun and a
F♯m
lone.
  
And, when the 
A
morning sun it 
E
rose upon Ma
B
rie in her lacy 
F♯m
clothes,
  
it lit her 
A
up, and she walked a
E
round the winding 
B
streets of Camden 
F♯m
town.
  
She don’t know 
A
who she wants to 
E
be, and if I 
B
knew, I’d 
A
tell Ma
E
rie.
  
Let fall your 
A
soft and swaying 
E
skirt.
  
Let fall your 
B
shoes. Let fall your 
F♯m
shirt.
  
I’m not the 
A
ladykilling 
E
sort
  
enough to 
B
hurt 
A
 a girl in 
E
port
  
And Cindy 
A
tells me she’s had 
E
fun sitting back
B
stage, someone’s plus 
F♯m
one.
  
Up in her 
A
room, the records 
E
spin, needle in the 
B
grooves that she’s worn 
F♯m
thin.
  
She lifts a 
A
sleeve and she sees a 
E
name, and she’s got a 
B
smile on her 
F♯m
face,
  
and she’s got a 
A
story you can’t 
E
see: it’s just bet
B
ween that 
A
name and Cin
E
dy.
  
And before 
A
Holly made her 
E
way over the 
B
sea and far a
F♯m
way —
  
She’s telling 
A
me, inside her 
E
car, driving us 
B
back from the Crystal Corner 
F♯m
bar —
  
“I lost it 
A
there, I fell from 
E
health, cut some fresh 
B
pieces for my
F♯m
self.
  
And then, for a 
A
second, something in 
E
me said, ’Leave to
B
day. It’s 
A
time Ho
E
lly.’”
  
Well, I’m a 
A
weak and lonely 
E
sort, though I’m not 
B
sailing just for 
F♯m
sport.
  
I’ve come to 
A
feel, out on the 
E
sea, these urgent 
B
lives pressed against 
F♯m
me.
  
I’m just a 
A
guest. I’m not a 
E
part, with my tender 
B
head, with my easy 
F♯m
heart.
  
These several 
A
years out on the 
E
sea have made me empty, cold, and 
B
clear.
  
Pour your
A
self into 
E
me.
  
Let fall your 
A
soft and swaying 
E
skirt.
  
Let fall your 
B
shoes. Let fall your 
F♯m
shirt.
  
I’m not the 
A
ladykilling 
E
sort
  
enough to 
B
hurt 
A
 a girl in 
E
port
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