Biografia:
As Dave Whitton born 1950 a real Clydesider and singer with the band am afraid cannot be neutral but am open to corrections!
This cover shows one of the "original" lineups with - from the left - John Graham /fiddle
Sandy Kelso/guitar - Duncan McCrone /guitar - Dave Whitton/ mandolin.
All the band were vocalists and generally belonged to the West of Scotland around Glasgow.
As far as I know only my dad was a real Clydeside worker at the shipyards.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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The Surf and the Silver Fishes - The Clydesiders
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Tabbed by: Joe Schwab
E-mail: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard
Capo 2
VERSE 1
D Bm G D
Cold is the Clyde when the autumn is turning
G D E A7
Cuts to the bone when the wind starts to blow
D Bm G D
Not long to go till the cold watch is over
G D E A7 D
Then will be my turn to sleep down below
A Bm
At home Katie Ann and the girls will be sleeping
G D E A7
Maybe right now they are dreaming of me
D Bm G D
What would I give to be right there beside them
G D E A7 D
How strange when I am that I dream of the sea
CHORUS
D Bm G D
For it's all I know the surf and the silver fishes
G D E A7
If I've taken from them, they've taken from me
D Bm G D
And I long for the landing on the key to be standing
G D E A7 D
For I'm weary of dancing to the tune of the sea
D Bm G A
VERSE 2
D Bm G D
White horses prancing look fine from your window
G D E A7
But somehow their beauty is wasted on me
D Bm G D
For when you're forced to look deep in their dark eyes
G D E A7 D
Concern for your welfare is not what you see
A Bm
The old trawler's mine, now I don't owe a penny
G D E A7
There's only the diesel and pay for the crew
D Bm G D
But my debts to the sea still remain on the ledger
G D E A7 D
And if they're called, what the hell can I do
CHORUS
D Bm G D
For it's all I know the surf and the silver fishes
G D E A7
If I've taken from them, they've taken from me
D Bm G D
And I long for the landing on the key to be standing
G D E A7 D
For I'm weary of dancing to the tune of the sea
REPEAT CHORUS
The Surf and the Silver Fishes - The Clydesiders
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Tabbed by: Joe Schwab
E-mail: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard
Capo 2
VERSE 1
D Bm G D
Cold is the Clyde when the autumn is turning
G D E A7
Cuts to the bone when the wind starts to blow
D Bm G D
Not long to go till the cold watch is over
G D E A7 D
Then will be my turn to sleep down below
A Bm
At home Katie Ann and the girls will be sleeping
G D E A7
Maybe right now they are dreaming of me
D Bm G D
What would I give to be right there beside them
G D E A7 D
How strange when I am that I dream of the sea
CHORUS
D Bm G D
For it's all I know the surf and the silver fishes
G D E A7
If I've taken from them, they've taken from me
D Bm G D
And I long for the landing on the key to be standing
G D E A7 D
For I'm weary of dancing to the tune of the sea
D Bm G A
VERSE 2
D Bm G D
White horses prancing look fine from your window
G D E A7
But somehow their beauty is wasted on me
D Bm G D
For when you're forced to look deep in their dark eyes
G D E A7 D
Concern for your welfare is not what you see
A Bm
The old trawler's mine, now I don't owe a penny
G D E A7
There's only the diesel and pay for the crew
D Bm G D
But my debts to the sea still remain on the ledger
G D E A7 D
And if they're called, what the hell can I do
CHORUS
D Bm G D
For it's all I know the surf and the silver fishes
G D E A7
If I've taken from them, they've taken from me
D Bm G D
And I long for the landing on the key to be standing
G D E A7 D
For I'm weary of dancing to the tune of the sea
REPEAT CHORUS
The Coathangers
The Cobblestone (...)
The Cochran Brot (...)
The Cockman Fami (...)
The Cockroaches
The Color Purple
The Color Wild
The Colour Movem (...)
The Colourfield
The Colourist