Sinkin’ soon    (intro)    (midi)

 

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1.            We're an oyster cracker on the stew, and the honey in the tea,

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    we're the sugar cubes, one lump or two, in the black coffee.

            Em

    The golden crust on an apple pie, that shines in the sun at noon,

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 we're a wheel of cheese high in the sky, but we're gonna be sinkin' soon.

 

           Em

2. In a boat that's built of sticks and hay, we drifted from the shore,

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    with a captain who's too proud to say        that he dropped the oar.

               Em

    Now a tiny hole has sprung a leak in this cheap pontoon,

                D                                                               B7                      Em

now the hull has started growing weak, and we're gonna be sinkin' soon.

 

                G                                          Em

    We're gonna be sinkin' soon, we're gonna be sinkin' soon,

     G               C7                                            B7                     Em

    everybody hold your breath 'cause we're gonna be sinkin' soon.

 

+ instrumental =  verse 1

 

                G                                          Em

    We're gonna be sinkin' soon, we're gonna be sinkin' soon,

     G               C7                                  B7                         Em

    everybody hold your breath 'cause down and down we go.

 

                  Em

3. Like the oyster cracker on the stew, the honey in the tea,

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    the sugar cubes, one lump or two? No thank you none for me.

                     Em

    We're the golden crust on an apple pie, that shines in the sun at noon,

                     D

    like the wheel of cheese high in the sky,

                        B7                     Em

    well, we're gonna be sinkin' soon.

 

    (Norah Jones)