F C F C F [Verse 1]C F The snow lay up against the curbEm Am G F Finally beaten by the sunC D Across the street the noon whistle blowsF G F Calling back everyone [Verse 2]C F They came out from the luncheonettesEm Am G F Taverns and pharmaciesC D Crossed the wet street back to workF G F Coats unbuttoned, talking easily [Verse 3]C F Ice is cracked on the riverEm Am G F Rolling out to the bayC D On one floe rides a bob-houseF G F There's always one who stays out too long they say [Verse 4]C F And there ain't much to millworkEm Am G F The days just go on and on and onC D And there ain't much to leaving homeF G F Till you finally cut the cord and know that you're gone [Verse 5]C F And there ain't much to ice fishingEm Am G F Till you're gone a day or moreC D And the hole you've cut freezes overF G And it's like you have never been there before
Ice Fishing
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