Mister, I Don’t Mind

[Verse 1]
Mister, I don't mind you calling me a fool
Better men than you have called me more
But the man that's lumping fish out on this crying northern wind
Hasn't got the brains to stay ashore

[Verse 2]
Lord, I think of all them boats lying down the bay
Riding back and stretching out their chain
And I thank my cozy toes that I ain't on 'em, Mr. Man
I thank the Flying Pete that they ain't mine

[Verse 3]
Well, you know that I don't mind her beating on my door
I don't mind her howling 'round my head
But she drives me and she grieves me all the weary winter day
And then she wants to share my lonеsome bed

[Verse 4]
Piled thе foolish snow four feet up my door
Scaled my pretty shutters down the bay
Took the poor old shed apart and shingled half the hill
Now she laughs to see a grown man cry

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 5]
You know, I'm pretty sure where I'm going when I'm done
But I'd like to send the message on ahead
Put the coal right to her, keep her jumping up and down
'Cause that's the way I'll want her when I come