| D Seventy-three men |
sailed up from the |
E San Francisco |
Bay, |
| Rolled off of their ship |
and here's what they |
D had to say. |
| "We're |
callin' everyone to |
ride along |
E to another |
shore, |
| G Where we can laugh our |
lives away and be |
D free once more." |
| But |
no one heard them callin', |
E No one came at all, |
| G 'Cause they were too busy |
watchin' those old |
D raindrops fall. |
| As a storm was |
blowin' out |
E on the peaceful |
sea, |
| G Seventy-three |
men sailed off to |
D history. |
| D Ride, captain |
ride Upon your |
A mystery ship, |
| Be a- |
C mazed at the |
friends |
| You have here |
D on your trip. |
| D Ride captain |
ride Upon your |
A mystery ship, |
| On your |
C way to a |
world |
| That others |
D might have missed. |