E C#m F#m Sweet Annabelle as seen reclining on an ocean swell as the waves do latherA E up to lay her down 'til she's fast and sleeping oh well I guess I'mC#m F#m something of a ne'er-do-well who fell asleep at the pealing of the steepleA E F#m bell I'm on track and keeping but oh if I could only get you ocean sideA E To lay your muscles wide it’d be heavenly oh if I could only coax youF#m A E B7 overboard to leave these lolling shores to get you ocean sideF#m A Am Ocean side ocean side oh[Solo]E C#m F#m A Am [Verse]E C#m At rising tide you're looking fresher than a July brideF#m We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized.A E The field is right for reaping oh wellC#m I guess I'm something of a neer-do-wellF#m Even though that's something I could never do wellA E F#m I'm on track and keeping but oh if I could only get you ocean side to layA E F#m your muscles wide it'd be heavenly oh if I could only coax you overboardA E B7 To leave these lolling shores to get you ocean sideF#m A Am E Ocean side ocean side
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