| Lyrics: | Capo 2nd fret
Intro:Em
Em
And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and
forth,
D Dsus D
The sand is burning
C D C
D
And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight,
Em
their courses turning
As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest
D Dsus D
the sea is churning.
C D C D
Em
The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
The fishermen sweat, they're
pausing at their nets, the day's a-burning
As the warships sway and thunder in the bay, loud the
morning.
But the boy on the shore is throwing pebbles no more, he runs a-warning
That the
the marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
The streets are still, there's
silence in the hills, the town is sleeping
And the farmers yawn in the grey silver dawn, the
fields they're keeping
As the first troops land and step into the sand, the flags are
weaving.
The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
The unsmiling sun is
shining down upon the singing soldiers
In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls,
they're getting bolder
The old women sigh, think of memories gone by, they shrug their
shoulders.
The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
Ready for the
tricks, their bayonets are fixed, now they are rolling
And the tanks make tracks past the
trembling shacks where fear is unfolding
All the young wives afraid, turn their backs on the
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