() INtro - Am - C -Am - C - Am - C - G - Am (verse 1) Am C If the waves roll rough as in days before G Am Still we put our boats to sea C The take has been tough, we're counting on more G Am - C - Am - G - Am To make the season pay (verse 2) It was back in '83 my brothers and me laid our poor father in his grave Even though he's dead and gone, his voice lives on In the hiss and pull of the waves(verse 3) In smokey gray rooms, beneath bare lightbulbs, The accusations fly What the hell do they want, they've taken enough From this way of life once mine Chorus and Am-C/B-C - Am-C/B-C - Am-C/B-C-G-Am Verse4 It's a merciless scheme, not a fisherman's dream The way the tide has turned For not long before, by these restless shores A man could his living earn Chorus ending F C Hell or high water F C Hell or high water F C Hell or high water G Am - C/B - C - Am7 - G - Am we'll carryC G We'll carry on, carry on F C G sing these words through all the damage done F C F The old salt would say, I my father's son Am C Come hell or high water G Am We'll carry on,