Land Ho!

>From Morrison Hotel

Words by Jim Morrison

Music by the Doors



(D)



Granda loved a sailor  Who sailed the frozen sea



He grandpa was the whaler  And he took me on his knee



He said Son Im going crazy  From living on the land



Got to find my shipmates  And walk on foreing sands



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(D)



This old man was graceful  With silver in his smile



He smoked a briar pipe and  He walked four country miles



Singing songs of shady sisters  And old time liberty



Songs of love and songs of death  And songs to set me free





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(Em Dm)



Ive got three ships and sixty man 



A course for ports unread



Stand at mast, let north wind blows



Till half of us are dead