Wade Hemsworth - The Black Fly Song (failed - reindex)

      

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 BLACKFLY SONG - Wade Hemsworth

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 Tabbed by: Wil-man-101 on Ultimate-Guitar
 
 Capo five
 
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  'Twas early in the spring when I decided to go
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 For to work up in the woods in North Ontar-i-o
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 And the unemployment office said they'd send me through
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 To the Little Abitibi with the survey crew
 
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 And the blackflies, the little blackflies
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 Always the blackfly, no matter where you go
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 I'll die with the blackfly picking my bones
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 In North Ontar-i-o-i-o
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 In North Ontar-i-o
 ( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/w/wade_hemsworth/the_black_fly_song_crd_ver_2.html )
 The man Black Toby was the captain of the crew
 And he said, "I'm gonna tell you boys what we're gonna do.
 They want to build a power dam and we must find a way
 For to make the little Ab flow around the other way"
 
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 So we surveyed to the east and we surveyed to the west
 And we couldn't make our minds up how to do it best
 Little Ab, little Ab, what shall I do?
 For I'm all but goin' crazy on the survey crew
 
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 'Twas blackfly, blackfly everywhere
 A-crawlin' in your whiskers, a-crawlin' in your hair
 Swimmin' in the soup, and Swimmin in the tea
 The Devil take the blackfly, let me be
 
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 (Blackfly, little blackfly)
 
 Black Toby fell to swearin', the work went slow
 And the state of our morale was a-gettin' pretty low
 And the flies swarmed heavy, it was hard to catch a breath
 As you staggered up and down the trail talkin' to yourself
 
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 Well, now the bull cook's name was Blind River Joe
 If it hadn't been for him we'd have never pulled through
 For he bound up our bruises, and he kidded us for fun
 And he lathered us with bacon grease and balsam gum
 
 CHORUS
 
 At last the job was over, Black Toby said We're through
 With the Little Abitibi and the survey crew.
 'Twas a wonderful experience and this I know
 I'll never go again to North Ontar-i-o
 
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