E C#m,
Sweet Annabelle, is seen reclining on an ocean swell,
F#m
As the waves do lather up to lay her down
A
Till she's fast and sleeping
E C#m,
Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er do well
F#m
Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell
A
I'm on task and keeping
E F#m
But oh, if I could only get you oceanside,
A E Esus4 E
To lay your muscles wide, it'd be heavenly
E F#m
Oh, if I could only coax you overboard,
A
to leave these lolling shores,
E B5 F#m A Am E
To get you oceanside, oceanside, oceanside
E C#m F#m A Am E
E-----4-4-4--2-2-2--0-----4-4-4--2-2-2--0------4-4-4--2-2-2--0-7--0-0--5--0-0--2-4-
B---------------------2-------------------2----------------------------------------
E C#m,
At rising tide, you're looking fresher than a July bride
F#m
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized
A
The field is right for reaping
E C#m,
Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er do well
F#m
Even though that's something I could never do well
A
I'm on track and keeping
E F#m
But oh, if I could only get you oceanside,
A E Esus4 E
To lay your muscles wide, it'd be heavenly
E F#m
Oh, if I could only coax you overboard,
A
to leave these lolling shores,
E B5 F#m A Am E
To get you oceanside, oceanside, oceanside
E