(Eric Stone)
G
C D G
I’ve
got a magnetic fix on my compass, a true northern girl on my starboard
G C D G
She
moved down here to escape from the snow, we met on the beach by the harbor
G C D G
We
filled the reefer with lobster and beer
and now were leaving the slip
G C D G
We
might be slow but on island time, the journey itself is what makes the trip
CHORUS:
D C Am D G
Sailing
life is what I choose, Imported rum is
my kind of booze
Em C D G
I
scuba dive and I fish the pylons,
Hawaiian style in the Sandwich Islands
G
C D G
At
one particular harbor on the Kona Coast, that’s where we lower our sails
G C D G
And
spend the afternoon soaking up sun, drinking Coronas and looking for whales
G C D G
As
the big orange ball gives way to the moon, the ocean looks like a lake
G C D G
We
listen to a bootleg of Calaloo, that was given to me by my good friend Jake
Chorus
2:
D C Am D G
Sailing
life is what I choose, imported rum is my kind of booze
Em C D G
I
scuba dive and I fish the pylons, Hawaiian style in the Sandwich Islands
D C Am D G
Sailing
life was made for me, I raise my spinnaker and I’m free
Em C D G
Just
the sound of the wind and silence, Hawaiian style in the Sandwich Islands
Bridge:
Em D C G
Em D C
No
matter where I go, Well I’m gonna sail, And all those power boats can go right
straight to
D
“Hey
I’m not gonna say it”!
REPEAT
CHORUS 2
Just
the sound of the wind and silence, Hawaiian style in the Sandwich Islands
SPOKEN:
Hey
Linda, can you pass me one of those Coronas, hold on a minute, I gotta get the
drawn butter for the lobster, Maybe we
should crack open some of those macadamia nuts too
Oh,
and can you pour me another Captain Morgan and Coke
OKELEMELUNA!!!
© 1999
Boatsongs Music BMI