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Wandering back to when I was a kid and went down to the docks to
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Watch the old men carving wood and watch the sailors tying knots
But the thing that I remember best is gray-haired old Patch Eye
And the stories that he told about his younger days as we watched those
ships roll by.
CHORUS: He talked about his missing eye and
He talked about his wooden leg
But he never told me about the old tattoo
On his right arm that said Meg
*This C note can probably be played as a G note as well. Both sound fine to me.
