B7 E B7 F# E B7 [Verse 1]B7 Oh this ship is made of paper Alone, alone I sail the seven seasE Call my mama more onedayB7 Alone, alone it’s nothing I wouldn’t do for youF# E Lord there’s nothing in this world, baby (Ooh! Ow!)B7 I wouldn’t do for you [Verse 2]B7 If a shark bit off both my legsYou know that seamen on land turn to sand (Ha ha ha, ooohwee baby)E Oh, turn my poor self overB7 And crawl home to you on my hands (Somebody better come here I suspect baby)F# E Lord, there ain’t nothing in this world, baby (Hmm)B7 I wouldn’t do for you N.C. Pickup on this, pickup baby N.C. Pickup, pickup — this the blues, y’hear? [Solo]B7 E B7 F# E B7 [Verse 3]B7 Lookee here baby Mmm unh, uh, uh, mmm unhE Oh! Lord have mercy babyB7 Yeah yeah yeah ah ah, ahummF# You take me home this morningE And make my long hair stand up ha haB7 On my head
Ships On The Ocean
Junior Wells
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