Hank Snow - Squid Jiggin' Ground guitar chord

Squid Jiggin Ground

By Hank Snow

Tabbed By Larry Mofle

rmofle@satx.rr.com

8/6/04

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Oh this is the place where the fisherman gather

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Oil-skins and boots and the Cape hands batten down

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All sizes of figures with squid lines and jiggers

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They congregate here on the Squid Jiggin' Ground

Some are workin' their jiggers, while others are yarnin'

There's some standin' up and there's more lyin' down

While all kinds of fun, jokes and drinks are begun

As they wait for the squid on the Squid Jiggin' Ground

There's men of all ages and boys in the bargain

There's old Billy Cave and there's young Raymond Brown

There's Rip, Red and Gory out here in the dory

A runnin' down squires on the Squid Jiggin' Ground

There's men from the harbor, there's men from the tickle

And all kinds of motor-boats, green, gray and brown

Right yonder is Bobby and with him is Nobby

He's chawin' hard tack on the Squid Jiggin' Ground

God bless my soul, list to, there's Skipper John John Champy

He's the best hand at squid jiggin' here, I'll be bound

Hello, what's the row? Why he's jiggin' one now

The very first squid on the Squid Jiggin' Ground

The man with the whisker is old Jacob Steele

He's gettin' well on, but he's still pretty sound

While Uncle Bob Hockins wears six pairs of stockin's

Whenever he's out on the Squid Jiggin' Ground

Holy Smoke! What a scuffle! All hands are excited

It's a wonder to me that there's nobody drowned

There's a bustle, confusion, the wonderful hustle

They're all jiggin' squid on the Squid Jiggin' Ground

Says Bobby, "The squids are on top of the water

I just got me riggers 'bout one fathom down"

But a squid in the boat scuddered right down his throat

And he swam like mad on the Squid Jiggin' Ground

There's poor Uncle Louie, his whiskers are spattered

With spots of the squid juice that's flyin' around

One poor little boy got it right in the eye

But they don't give a darn on the Squid Jiggin' Ground

Now, if you ever feel inclined to go squiddin'

Leave your white clothes behind in the town

And if you get cranky without your silk hanky

You'd better steer clear of the Squid Jiggin' Ground