The Storm taby ukulele według Patrick Watson

Gm               Bm
found himself out into the road the dust up to his nose
Gm           Bm
put that anchor down to find a place where he could go
                 Dm  Am
'cause he was looking for the shelter from the storm
          Fm  Cm           D
you were looking for a place that you could call your own... you...

Gm       Bm
kept on, now walking past the signs you used to see
Gm           Bm
kept on getting used to dropping-anchor in the sea
                   Dm     Am
'cause you're looking for a shelter of the storm
      FmCm        D
looks like news that storm is coming closer every day now...

Gm    Bm   Gm   Bm  Dm Am Fm Cm D
uuu...

Gm
drove himself into a town, the roads were paved with gold
Bm
(all the roads were paved with gold)
Gm
eyes wide open, shutters closed (eyes wide open, shutters closed)
Bm
just waiting for my time... no (quarter to twelve is time to go)
Gm
the sorrow's hiding underground the rain is falling upside down
Bm
(and the clouds are turning red like flames)
          Dm         Am                Fm
oh 'cause i'm looking for a shelter from the storm... 'cause she's getting 
         Cm                   D       Gm    Bm   Gm Bm  Dm Am Fm Cm D
closer every daaaaaaayyyyyyeyeyeyehey!
Gm       Bm
the storm is getting closer every day       x3
Bm
every day