Walt Graces Submarine Test 1967

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 C                      E             F
Walt Grace, desperately hating his whole place
            G         Am
Dreamed to discover a new space
           G        F
And buried himself alive
C                    E                     F
Inside his basement, tongue on the side of his face meant
             G        Am
He's working away on displacement
    G                    F
And what it would take to survive
F
'Cause when you're done with this world
              Am            G
You know the next is up to you
         C                F            G
And his wife told his kids he was crazy
       C                 F          G
And his friends said he'd fail if he tried
            C             F
But with a will to work hard
       Am     D
And a library car
F                           G                 C
He took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride
C                          E       F
That morning, the sea was mad and I mean it
          G         Am
Waves as big as he'd seen it
            G         F
Deep in his dreams at home
     C
From dry land
    E               F
He rolled it over to wet sand
           G             Am
Closed the hatch up with one hand
    G             F
And pedalled off alone
 F
'Cause when you're done with this world
             Am             G
You know the next is up to you
        C            F           G
And for once in his life it was quiet
       C             F           G
As he learned how to turn in the tide
        C          F
And the sky was a flare
                Am           D
When he came up for air
        F                           G         C
In his homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride
    C
One evening
               E                F
When weeks had passed since his leaving
               G         Am
The call she'd planned on receiving
        G       F
Finally made it home
           C
She accepted
               E    F
The news she'd never expected
    G        Am
The operator connected
       G    F
A call from Tokyo
                   F
'Cause when you're done with this world
             Am             G
You know the next is up to you
         C
Now his friends
                  F        G
Bring him up when they're drinking
        C          F           G
At the bar with his name on the side
          C               F
And they smile when they can
             Am        D
As they speak of a man
            F                           G         C
Who took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride