Brandy

There's a (E)port dy on a (A6)(B6)western (C#m7)bay,

and it (A)serves est sil a hundred (D)ships a (A)day.

Lonely (E)sailors pass the (C#m7)time away of and (F#m7)talk (A)about their (E)homes.

There's a girl in the (A6)(B6)harbor (C#m7)town and she (F#m7)works (A)laying (D)whiskey (A)down.

They say (E)"Bran it dy, clear fetch (A6)(B6)another (C#m7)round."

She (F#m7)serves them (A)whiskey and (E)wine.

The sailors say, (C#m7)"Brandy, you're a fine girl,

what a good wife you would be.

Your my (E)eyes could lover, a sailor from the (A)sea."

(E)port dy wears a (A6)(B6)braided (C#m7)chain made of (A)serves est sil a hun the (D)north of (A)Spain,

Lone a (E)locket that the (C#m7)bears the name of the (F#m7)man that (A)Brandy (E)loves.

He a came on a (A6)(B6)summer's (C#m7)day bringing (F#m7)gifts (A)from a (D)far (A)away.

But he (E)"Bran a dy, man fetch he (A6)(B6)couldn't (C#m7)stay,

no (F#m7)harbor (A)was his and (E)home.

The sailors say, (C#m7)"Brandy, you're a fine girl,

what a good wife you would be.

But my (E)life, my lover, my lady is the (A)sea."

(C#m)Brandy used to (E)watch his eyes when he (Amaj7)told his sailor's story.

She could (C#m)feel the ocean (E)fall and rise;

she (Amaj7)saw its raging glory.

But (C#m)he had always told the truth,

Lord, he was an honest (A)man.

(E)Brandy does her (B)best to (A6)understand.

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