PAUL SIMON

AMERICA

 

Eb        |Ebmaj7

“Let us be lovers,

 

|Cm       |Eb/Bb     |Ab     |  |  |  |

We’ll marry our fortunes together.

 

Eb           |Ebmaj7     |Cm        |     |  |  |

I’ve got some real estate here in my bag.”

 

Gm7      |                |C7         |

So we bought a pack of cigarettes,

 

|Gm7 |        |C9   |

And Mrs. Wagner’s pies,

 

Gm7|F     |Eb

And walked off

 

|Bb       |Eb |Ebmaj7 |Cm |Cm7 |Ab |  |  |  |

To look for Ame-e-e-e-erica.

 

 

Eb        |Ebmaj7

“Kathy,” I said,

 

|Cm       |Eb/Bb       |Ab         |  |  |  |

As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh,

 

Eb       |Ebmaj7      |Cm         |    |  |  |

“Michigan seems like a dream to me now.

 

Bb        |

It took me four days

 

|              |        |

To hitchhike from Saginaw.

 

F   |Bb     |F        |Ebmaj7 |  |Eb  |  |  |

I’ve come to look for Ame-e-e-e-rica.”

 

 

Dbmaj7         |Db  |

Laughing on the bus,

 

|Eb            |      |  |  |  |

Playing games with the faces,

 

Dbmaj7      |          |         |          |Eb  |  |  |  |

She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy.

 

Ab         |

I said, “Be careful,

 

|Abmaj7   |        |Eb      |Ebmaj7 |Cm7 |Eb6/Bb |Cm6(sus)/A |  |Abmaj7 |  |

His bowtie is really a camera.”

 

 

Eb        |Ebmaj7    |

“Toss me a cigarette,

 

Cm             |Eb/Bb    |Ab        |  |  |  |

I think there’s one in my raincoat.”

 

Eb            |Ebmaj7     |Cm   |    |  |  |

“We smoked the last one an hour ago.”

 

Gm7     |             |C7      |  |

So I looked at the scenery,

 

Gm7             |         |C9 |  |

She read her magazine;

 

|F   |Eb  |Bb     |Eb |Ebmaj7 |Cm7   |Eb |Ab |  |  |  |

And the moon rose over an o-o-o-open  field.

 

 

Eb         |Ebmaj7  |Cm

“Kathy, I’m lost,” I said,

 

|Eb/Bb       |Ab       |Abmaj7 |Fm7 |Ab

Though I knew she was sleeping.

 

|Eb       |Ebmaj7    |Cm          |     |  |  |

“I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why.”

 

Bb          |

Counting the cars

 

|          |

On the New Jersey Turnpike.

 

|F  |Bb

They’ve all come

 

|F        |Ebmaj7 |  |Eb |  |

To look for Ame-e-e-e-rica,

 

F  |Bb     |F        |Ebmaj7 |  |Eb |  |

All come to look for Ame-e-e-e-rica,

 

F  |Bb     |F        |Ebmaj7 |  |Eb |  |

All come to look for Ame-e-e-e-rica,

 

 

 

AMERICAN TUNE

 

C |           |F    C    G    C  G E

Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken

 

|Am   E7      |Am

And many times confused

 

C            |F C   G    C |G C

Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken

 

Bdim|Am     E    |Am

And  certainly misused

 

C9        |F   G           |F C

Oh, but I’m alright, I’m alright

 

|F  C  G  Bdim|Am   A7|

I’m just weary to my    bones

 

D7           |G                 |

Still, you don’t expect to be

 

C      G   D    |G

Bright and bon vivant

 

C  F   C|G       |E    Am Dm|C/G  G       |C   |

So far a-way from home,   so far away from home

 

 

|F    C     G   C    G E

I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered

 

|Am         E7      |Am

I don’t have a friend who feels at ease

 

C           |F     C      G   C   |G  C

I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered

 

Bdim|Am     E     |Am

or   driven to its knees

 

C9          |F G          |F C

Oh, but it’s alright, it’s alright

 

|F     C  G    G#dim|Am   A7|

for we lived so well so    long

 

D7       |G                  |

Still, when I think of the

 

C    G     D        |G

road we’re traveling on

 

C F  C  |G          |E    Am

I wonder what’s gone wrong

 

Dm        |C/G   G            |C    |

I can’t help it, I wonder  what’s gone wrong

 

 

|     |

And I dreamed I was dying

 

|G            |Am

I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly

 

Ebdim                 |G/D       |

And looking back down at me

 

F           C      G |

Smiled reassuringly

 

|C     |

And I dreamed I was flying

 

|G                 |Am

And high up above my eyes could clearly see

 

Ebdim              |G/D    |

The Statue of Liberty

 

F         |C      G  |

Sailing away to sea

 

|C     |

And I dreamed I was flying

 

 

|F    C    G    C     |G

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower

 

E               |Am        E7        |Am

We come on the ship that sailed the moon

 

C          |F C    G    C|G       C

We come in the a-ge’s most uncertain hours

 

Bdim|Am       E      |Am

and  sing an American tune

 

C9          |F G          |F C           G C

Oh, and it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright

 

|F  C  G   |Am     A7|

You can’t be forever blessed

 

D7          G                     |C  G  D      |G

Still, tomorrow’s going to be another working day

 

C      |F      C  G       |E

And I’m trying to get some rest

 

Am        Dm     |C/G   G            |C   |F C|G F|C G|C

That’s all I’m trying  to get some rest

 

 

APRIL COME SHE WILL

G C |G C        |G   Am G|

A-april Come She Will

 

Am                Em     |Fmaj7        Em   |

When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;

 

C  D           |G     Em |

Ma-ay, she will sta-a-ay,

 

Am      Em   |Fmaj7  Em

Resting in my arms again.

 

G  C |G  C                 |G   Am G|

Ju-u-une, she’ll change her tune,

 

Am         |Em          |Fmaj7    Em   |

In restless walks she’ll prowl the night;

 

C    D           |G    Em |

July-y, she will fly-y-y

 

Am          Em     |Fmaj7    Em

And give no warning to her flight.

 

G C  |G    C        |G   Am G|

A-a-august, die she must,

 

Am         Em         |Fmaj7     Em   |

The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;

 

|C  D        |G  Em |

September I’ll remember.

 

Am         |Em     |C   D    |G

A love once new has now grown old.

 

ARMISTICE DAY

 

|D

On Armistice Day

 

 

The Philharmonic will play

|G             F#m

But the songs that we sing

 

|Em(Omit 3rd) |D(Omit 3rd) |

Will be sad

 

A(Omit 3rd)|     |D

Shufflin    brown tunes

 

|D7     |D  |G  |

Hanging around, ahoo

 

F#m Em|D |  |  |

M-m-m-m-m-m-m

 

|G

No long drawn blown out excuses

 

D

Were made

 

|G        F#m           |Em

When I needed a friend she was there

 

A(Omit 3rd) |    |D    |

Just like an easy chair

 

|  |G

Oo, Oo-o

 

F#m Em|D |  |  |

M-m-m-m-m-m-m

 

 

D            |

Armistice Day

 

|

Armistice Day

 

G           F#m     |Em(Omit 3rd) |

That’s all I really wanted to say

 

D(Omit 3rd) |A(Omit 3rd) |  |D(Omit 3rd) |

 

 

D      |                  |

Oh I’m weary from waiting

 

|  |

In Washington D.C.

 

G               |

I’m coming to see my Congressman

 

D    |          |  |

But he’s avoiding me

 

A/D          |G/D            |D              |  |  |  |  |  |

Weary from waiting down in Washington D.C.

 

 

D  |             |

Oh Congresswoman

 

|   |

Won’t you tell that Congressman

 

G            |

I’ve waited such a long time

 

D          |         |  |

I’ve about waited all I can

 

A/D       |G/D             |D                    |  |  |  |  |  |

Oh Congresswoman, won’t you tell that Congressman

 

BABY DRIVER

 

D                   |

My daddy was the family bassman

 

|                |

My mamma was an engineer

 

|              |

And I was born one dark gray morn

 

|G                 |

With music coming in my ears

 

|D    |

In my ears.

 

 

|G           |

They call me Baby Driver

 

|                   |

And once upon a pair of wheels

 

|D      |

Hit the road and I’m gone ah

 

D      Db Am B7

What’s my number

 

|Em                    |

I wonder how your engine feels.

 

|

Ba ba ba ba

 

D                  |

Scoot down the road

 

Db Am B7

What’s my number

 

|Em7             A7    |D     |  |  |

I wonder how your engine feels.

 

 

|D                    |

My daddy was a prominent frogman

 

|                      |

My mamma’s in the Naval reserve

 

|             |

When I was young I carried a gun

 

|G                      |

But I never got the chance to serve

 

|D     |

I did not serve.

 

 

 

|G           |

They call me Baby Driver

 

|                   |

And once upon a pair of wheels

 

|D      |

Hit the road and I’m gone ah

 

D      Db Am B7

What’s my number

 

|Em                    |

I wonder how your engine feels.

 

|

Ba ba ba ba

 

D                  |

Scoot down the road

 

Db Am B7

What’s my number

 

|Em7             A7    |D     |  |  |

I wonder how your engine feels.

 

 

|D                 |

My daddy get a big promotion

 

|                      |

My mamma’s got a raise in pay

 

|                  |

There’s no-one home, we’re all alone

 

|G                    |

Oh come into my room and play

 

|D    |

Yes we can play.

 

 

|G                 |

I’m not talking about your pigtails

 

|                        |

But talking ‘bout your sex appeal

 

 

|D      |

Hit the road and I’m gone ah

 

D      Db Am B7

What’s my number

 

|Em                    |

I wonder how your engine feels.

 

|

Ba ba ba ba

 

D                  |

Scoot down the road

 

Db Am B7

What’s my number

 

|Em7             A7    |D     |  |  |

I wonder how your engine feels.

 

 

 

 

THE BIG BRIGHT GREEN PLEASURE MACHINE

 

|D               |        |            |

Do people have a tendency to dump on you?

 

|                    |             |C      |

Does your group have more cavities than theirs?

 

|D              |               |            |

Do all the hippies seem to get the jump on you?

 

|                |               |C     |

Do you sleep alone when others sleep in pairs?

 

|Bb           |

Well there’s no need to complain,

 

|A            |

We’ll eliminate your pain.

 

|G              |

We can neutralize your brain.

 

|A   |  |    |

You’ll feel just fine    now.

 

|G   F     |     |  |  |C           |      |D  |

Buy a Big Bright Green         Pleasure Machine!

 

 

|D           |            |               |

Do figures of authority just shoot you down?

 

|               |                |C    |

Is life within the bus’ness world a drag?

 

|D                |                 |           |

Did your boss just mention that you’d better shop around

 

|               |               |C   |

To find yourself a more productive bag?

 

|Bb           |

Are you worried and distressed?

 

|A             |

Can’t seem to get no rest?

 

|G             |

Put our product to the test.

 

|A   |  |    |

You’ll feel just fine    now.

 

|G   F     |     |  |  |C           |      |D  |

Buy a Big Bright Green         Pleasure Machine!

 

 

A           |            |G        |

You better hurry up and order one

 

|E         |           |A           |

Our limited supply is very nearly gone.

 

 

|D         |                 |           |

Do you nervously await the blows of cruel fate?

 

|                    |             |C    |

Do your checks bounce higher than a rubber ball?

 

|D                  |                   |            |

Are you worried ‘cause your girlfriend’s just a little late?

 

|             |               |C   |

Are you looking for a way to chuck it all?

 

|Bb            |

We can end your daily strife

 

|A         |

At a reasonable price.

 

|G            |

You’ve seen it advertised in Life.

 

 

|A   |  |    |

You’ll feel just fine    now.

 

 

|G   F     |     |  |  |C           |      |D  |  |

Buy a Big Bright Green         Pleasure Machine!

 

 

 

 

THE BOY IN THE BUBBLE

 

 

D         |A5

It was a slow day

 

|        C  D

And the sun was beating

 

|A5       C      D       C   D   | C

On the soldiers by the side of the road

 

D            |A5

There was a bright light

 

|      C       D

A shattering of shop windows

 

|A5   C      D    C

The bomb in the baby carriage

 

D  |      C      D    |

Was wired to the radio

 

 

G                      |    C       D     |

These are the days of miracle and wonder

 

G      C      D    C  D    |    C D |

This is the long distance call

 

G                   |        C     D     |

The way the camera follows us in slo-mo

 

 

G     C      D       C  D  | C D |

The way we look to us all

 

G                     |        C     D

The way we look to a distant constellation

 

|G     C    D      C     |D  C D |

That’s dying in a corner of the sky

 

G                      |    C       D

These are the days of miracle and wonder

 

|G        C   D   C     D   | C     D  |

And don’t cry  baby, don’t cry,  don’t cry

 

 

D         |A5

It was a dry wind

 

|       C         D

And it swept across the desert

 

|A5       C      D      C  D    | C

And it curled into the circle of birth

 

D        |A5       |

And the dead sand

 

C      D

Falling on the children

 

|A5      C       D

The mothers and the fathers

 

C   D  |    C     D    |

And the automatic earth

 

 

 

G                      |    C       D     |

These are the days of miracle and wonder

 

G      C      D    C  D    |    C D |

This is the long distance call

 

G                   |        C     D     |

The way the camera follows us in slo-mo

 

 

G     C      D       C  D  | C D |

The way we look to us all

 

G                     |        C     D

The way we look to a distant constellation

 

|G     C    D      C     |D  C D |

That’s dying in a corner of the sky

 

G                      |    C       D

These are the days of miracle and wonder

 

|G        C   D   C     D   | C     D  |

And don’t cry  baby, don’t cry,  don’t cry

 

 

It’s a turn-around jump shot

 

|     C    D

It’s everybody jump start

 

|A5    C    D     C      D|     C      D         |

It’s every generation throws a hero up the pop charts

 

A5                     |    C      D

Medicine is magical and magical is art

 

|A5  C      D

The Boy in the Bubble

 

C      |D    C        D

And the baby with the baboon heart

|

And I believe

 

G                      |       C      D     |

These are the days of lasers in the jungle

 

G      C      D      C   D|  C D |

Lasers in the jungle some–where

 

G                    |         C    D

Staccato signals of constant information

 

|G       C   D     C  D |              C     D              |

A loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires and baby

 

G                      |    C       D     |

These are the days of miracle and wonder

 

G      C      D    C  D    |    C D |

This is the long distance call

 

G                   |        C     D     |

The way the camera follows us in slo-mo

 

G  C        D       C |D    C  D   |

The  way we look to us all, oh yeah

 

G                     |        C     D

The way we look to a distant constellation

 

|G     C    D      C     |D  C D |

That’s dying in a corner of the sky

 

G                      |    C       D

These are the days of miracle and wonder

 

|G        C   D   C     D   | C     D  |

And don’t cry  baby, don’t cry,  don’t cry

|

Don’t cry

Repeat and fade:

 

 

CECILIA

F            |Bb          F

Celia, you’re breaking my heart

 

|Bb         F         |C

You’re shaking my confidence daily.

 

|Bb F      |Bb        |F

Oh Cecilia, I’m down on my knees,

 

|Bb          F             |C    |

I’m begging you please to come home.

 

 

F            |Bb          F

Celia, you’re breaking my heart

 

|Bb         F         |C

You’re shaking my confidence daily.

 

|Bb F      |Bb        |F

Oh Cecilia, I’m down on my knees,

 

|Bb          F             |C

I’m begging you please to come home.

 

|F   |

Ho-ho-home

 

 

|Bb              |F

Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia

 

Bb F |C     F    |

Up in my bedroom,

 

|Bb

I got up to wash my face

 

|F

When I come back to bed,

 

|C        F     |

someone’s taken my place.

 

 

 

F            |Bb          F

Celia, you’re breaking my heart

 

|Bb         F         |C

You’re shaking my confidence daily.

 

|Bb F      |Bb        |F

Oh Cecilia, I’m down on my knees,

 

|Bb          F             |C

I’m begging you please to come home.

 

|F

Come on home.

 

|Fsus F              |Bb                 |C

 

 

|Bb F

Jubila-tion,

 

|Bb        F

She loves me again,

 

|Bb          F          |C

I fall on the floor and I laughing,

 

 

|Bb F

Jubila-tion,

 

|Bb        F

She loves me again,

 

|Bb          F          |C

I fall on the floor and I laughing,

 

 

 

 

CLOUDY

 

D      |                              |Gmaj7   |

Cloudy,  The sky is grey and white and  cloudy.

 

|D    F#7|Ddim|

Sometimes I think it’s hanging down on  me.

 

|A                                          |Fm#7

It’s a hitch-hike a hundred miles.

 

|A                                         |Bm

I’m a rag-a-muffin child.

 

|E                                              |

Pointed finger, painted smile.

 

|A                                                                                 |                                         F#m A   |

I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a whi-ile.

 

D      |                                                                                  |Gmaj7|

Cloudy,  My thoughts are scattered and they’re  cloudy.

 

|D   F#7 |Ddim|

They have no borders, no boundar- ies.

 

|A                                         |F#m7

They echo and they swell,

 

|A           |Bm

From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell,

 

|E                                             |

Down from Berkeley to Carmel.

 

|A                                                                |                             F#m  A   |

Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to ki – ill.

 

D                         |                        |Gmaj7      |

Hey, Sunshine–  I haven’t seen you in a  long time.

 

|D    F#7|Ddim|

Why don’t you show your face and bend my  mind?

 

|A                                        |F#m7

These clouds stick to the sky,

 

|A                 |Bm

Like a floating question, why?

 

|E                                             |

And they linger there to die.

 

|A                                                    |                   F#m A |

They don’t know where they’re going, and my friend, neither do I- -i.

 

D      |Gmaj7 |D                  |Gmaj7

Cloudy,  Cloudy,  Cloudy, Cloudy.

 

 

DUNCAN

Em                       |

Couple in the next room

 

D

Bound to win a prize

 

|G           A        |D

they’ve been goin’ at it all night long

 

|C                 |G

Well I’m tryin’ to get some sleep

 

|C               G

but these motel walls are cheap

 

|C            G

Lincoln Duncan is my name

 

|D              |Em  |  |

and here’s my song, here’s my song

 

 

 

My father was a fisherman

 

|D

my mama was a fisherman’s friend

 

|G                 A              |D

and I was born in the boredom and the chowder

 

|C                 G

So when I reached my prime

 

|C                   G        |

I left my home in the maritimes

 

C               G               |D                 |Em     |

headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England

 

 

 

|

Holes in my confidence

 

D

holes in the knees of my jeans

 

|G              A          |D     |

I’s left without a penny in my pocket

 

C    G               |

Oo-o wee I’s about as

 

C               G

destituted as a kid could be

 

|C             G

And I wish I wore a ring

 

|D                  |Em     |

so I could hock it I’d like to hock it

 

 

|Em

A young girl in a parking lot

 

|D

was preaching to a crowd

 

|G

singin sacred songs and

 

A               |D

reading from the bible

 

|C              G

Well I told her I was lost

 

|C                     G

and she told me all about the Pentecost

 

|C                     G            |D  |Em

And I seen that girl as the road to my survi-ival

 

 

 

 

 

Just later on the very same night

 

|D

when I crept to her tent with a flashlight

 

|G             A        |D

and my long years of innocence ended

 

|C              G           |

Well she took me to the woods sayin’

 

C                            G

“Here comes somethin’ and it feels so good!”

 

|C           G          |D

And just like a dog I was befriended

 

|Em      |  |

I was befriended

 

 

Em                  |

Oh, oh, what a night

 

D

Oh what a garden of delight

 

|G              A     |D

Even now that sweet memory lingers

 

|C             G

I was playin’ my guitar

 

|C              G

lying underneath the stars

 

|C            G          |D

Just thankin’ the lord for my fingers

 

|Em

for my fingers

 

 

 

EL CONDOR PASA

 

|Em                        |G

I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail

 

|

Yes I would.

 

|

If I could,

 

|Em       |

I surely would, Hm-m

 

|                         |G

I’d rather be a hammer than a nail.

 

|

Yes I would.

 

|

If I only could,

 

|Em       |

I surely would, Hm-m

 

 

|C               |

Away, I’d rather sail away

 

|G                   |

Like a swan that’s here and gone

 

|C                      |

A man gets tied up to the ground,

 

|G

He gives the world

 

|

Its saddest sound

 

|Em   |  |

Its saddest sound

 

 

|                         |G

I’d rather be a forest than a street

 

|G

Yes I would.

 

|

If I could,

 

|Em

I surely would.

 

 

|                                |G

I’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet

 

 

|

Yes I would.

 

|

If I only could,

 

|Em       |

I surely would, Hm-m

 

EVERYTHING PUT TOGETHER FALLS APART

 

Fm7             |

M-m,    Paraphernalia

 

F7      Cm7/F            |Bb

Never hides your broken bones

 

B           |   Bb A

And I don’t know why

 

|E          |

You want to try

 

A      Am       Em         F#m    |E  A E7|

Mm,  It’s plain to see you’re on your own

 

Dm7    Cmaj7 Em7       |Am     Em

Uh, huh,     I ain’t blind, no

 

D/F              |Dm/F

Some folks are crazy

 

Dm7      |G7             |C7

Others walk that borderline

 

 

Watch what you’re doing

 

 

|Fm7    

Taking downs to get off to sleep

 

|F7           Cm7/F      |Bb

And ups to start you on your way

 

B      |     Bb A       |E                |

After a while    they’ll change your style

 

E7 A    Am     Em        F#m  |E  A E7|

M-m-m, I see it happening every day

 

Dm7    Cmaj7 Em7          |A    E

Uh, huh      spare your heart

 

D/F          |Dm/F

Everything put together

 

Dm7         |G7          |C7

Sooner or later falls apart

 

|

There’s nothing to it, nothing to it

 

|Fm7

You can cry

 

|C

You can lie

 

|F7                 Cm7/F

For all the good it’ll do you

 

|Bb

You can die

 

B            |

But when it’s done

 

Bb             A             |E                    |

And the police come, and they lay you down for dead

 

E7  A Am    |Em     F#m   |E   |E7 A Am Em F#m7 E|

Uh, huh,  just remember what I said

 

 

GRACELAND

 

 

   |E                    |

The Mississippi Delta was shining

 

                  |A  |

Like a National guitar

 

     |C#m          

 I am following the river

 

        |

Down the highway

 

                               |B  |

Through the cradle of the civil war

 

 

 A           |E   

 I’m going to Graceland, Graceland

 

  |              B

In Memphis Tennessee

 

    A       |E        | D A|

I’m going to Graceland

 

E                          |

Poor boys and Pilgrims with families

 

    B      A       |E        | D

And we are going to Graceland

 

A   |E                     |           B

  My traveling companion is nine years old

 

A        |E                         | D

He is the child of mv first marriage

 

A         |E

  But I’ve reason to believe

 

  |               B      A |E        | D A|E |

We both will be received In Graceland

 

 

                  |                  |

 She comes back to tell me she’s gone

 

  |A               

As if I didn’t know that

 

  |                       |C#m |

As if I didn’t know my own bed

 

  |B                   |

As if I’d never noticed

 

                                      |E       |

 The way she brushed her hair from her forehead

 

            |      |

And she said losing love

 

                        |     |

Is like a window in your heart

 

                      |C#m        |

 Everybody sees you’re blown apart

 

              |B            |

Everybody sees the wind blow

 

 

     A       |E        |

 I’m going to Graceland

 

              B

Memphis Tennessee

 

    A       |E        | D A|

I’m going to Graceland

 

E                          |

Poor boys and Pilgrims with families

 

    B      A       |E        | D

And we are going to Graceland

 

A   |E                       |                 B   A

  My traveling companions are ghosts and empty sockets

 

   |E                            | D

I’m looking at ghosts and empties

 

A         |E

  But I’ve reason to believe

 

  |              B      A |E        | D A|E |

We all will be received In Graceland

 

 

          |                 

There is a girl in New York City

 

   |                             |A   |

Who calls herself the human trampoline

 

   |C#m                        |

And sometimes when I’m falling, flylng

 

  |                         |

Or tumbling in turmoil I say

 

B                      |

Oh, so this is what she means

 

                             |E        |

She means we’re bouncing into Graceland

 

         |      |

And I see losing love

 

                        |     |

Is like a window in your heart

 

                      |C#m        |

 Everybody sees you’re blown apart

 

                    |B        |

 Everybody feels the wind blow

 

 

  |E                      |

In Graceland, in Graceland

 

 B A            |E        | D

    I’m going to Graceland

 

A            |E

For reasons I cannot explain

 

            |           B        A  |

There’s some part of me wants to see

 

E        |

Graceland

 

D     A        |E        

  And I may be obliged to defend

 

     |            B

Everv love, every ending

 

   A            |E                 | D

Or maybe there’s no obligations now

 

A             |E          

  Maybe I’ve a reason to believe

 

  |              B 

We all will be received

 

A |E        |

In Graceland

 

HOMEWARD BOUND

 

   |              |

I’m sitting in the railway station.

 

     |Em/B        |      |Gm6/Bb |  |A7 |  |

Got a ticket to my destination.    Mmm

 

Dm          |                   |Bb             | 

On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.

 

   |C            |                    |          |G7           |C |

And ev’ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.

 

        |F     |

Homeward bound,

 

         |C   |

 I wish I was,

 

        |F     |  |

Homeward bound,

 

C            |Dm        C Bb F   |

Home where my thought’s escaping,

 

C            |Dm C     Bb  F   |

Home where my mu-sic’s playing,

 

C            |Dm   C    Bb  F  |

Home where my love lies waiting

 

G       |C      |  |

Silently for me.

 

 

              |

Ev’ry day’s an endless stream

 

  |Em/B          |      |Gm6/Bb |  |A7 | 

Of cigarettes and magazi-ines.    Mmm

 

   |Dm                 |               |Bb            | 

And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories

 

   |C               |            |               |G7         |C |

And ev’ry stranger’s face I see reminds me that I long to be,

 

 

        |F     |

Homeward bound,

 

         |C   |

 I wish I was,

 

        |F     |  |

Homeward bound,

 

C            |Dm        C Bb F   |

Home where my thought’s escaping,

 

C            |Dm C     Bb  F   |

Home where my mu-sic’s playing,

 

C            |Dm   C    Bb  F  |

Home where my love lies waiting

 

G       |C      | 

Silently for me.

 

 

 |                  |

Tonight I’ll sing my songs again,

 

    |Em/B         |         |Gm6/Bb |  |A7 | 

I’ll play the game and prete-end.     Mmm

 

   |Dm               |             |Bb           | 

But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity

 

    |C           |         |               |G7         |C |

Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.

 

 

        |F     |

Homeward bound,

 

         |C   |

 I wish I was,

 

        |F     |  |

Homeward bound,

 

C            |Dm        C Bb F   |

Home where my thought’s escaping,

 

C            |Dm C     Bb  F   |

Home where my mu-sic’s playing,

 

C            |Dm   C    Bb  F  |

Home where my love lies waiting

 

G       |C      |Cmaj7/B |

Silently for me.

 

        |C7/Bb  |  |C |F |C |  |

Silently for me.

 

 

 

KATHY’S SONG

 

|G          |C      |      |G   |   |

  I hear the drizzle of the rain

 

Am      |Em |C    |Bm7  |   |

  Like a memory it falls

 

G         |Bm     |G  |C  |  |

  Soft and warm continuing

 

Am       |Em   |D       |G     C|G  |  C|G  |

  Tapping on my roof and walls.

 

 

G           |C      |     |G   |   |

And from the shelter of my mind

 

Am           |Em    |C    |Bm7 |   |

  Through the window of my eyes

 

G         |Bm     |G            |C      |  |

 I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets

 

Am  |Em     |D             |G    C|G  |  C|G  |

  To England where my heart lies.

 

 

G             |C      |      |G    |   |

  My mind’s distracted and diffused

 

Am  |Em          |C          |Bm7 |   |

  My thoughts are many miles away

 

G              |Bm      |G      |C    |  |

  They lie with you when you’re asleep

 

Am   |Em      |D                  |G   C|G  |  C|G  |

  And kiss you when you start your day.

 

 

|G                |C         |      |G   |   |

  And a song I was writing is left undone

 

Am       |Em        |C       |Bm7 |   |

  I don’t know why I spend my time

 

G       |Bm     |G      |C    |  |

 Writing songs I can’t believe

 

Am               |Em      |D        |G   C|G  |  C|G  |

  With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

 

 

|G          |C         |       |G    |   |

  And so you see I have come to doubt

 

Am        |Em    |C      |Bm7 |   |

  All that I once held as true

 

G       |Bm       |G    |C    |  |

 I stand alone without beliefs

 

Am        |Em     |D      |G   C|G  |  C|G  |

  The only truth I know is you.

 

 

|G        |C       |        |G   |   |

  And as I watch the drops of rain

 

Am           |Em   |C        |Bm7 |   |

  Weave their weary paths and die

 

G           |Bm  |G       |C   |  |

 I know that I am like the rain

 

Am                 |Em      |D     |G  C|G  |  C|G  |

  There but for the grace of you go I.

 

 

 

KEEP THE CUSTOMER SATISFIED

                            |Eb   |

Gee but it’s great to be back home,

 

                        |   |

 Home is where I want to be.

 

                         |Ab             |

 I’ve been on the road so long my friend,

 

      

 And if you came along

 

 |Bb                   |Ab

I know you couldn’t disagree.

 

                 |Eb    |    |

It’s the same old story, yeah

 

             |Ab

 Everyhwere I go,

 

     |Eb        |

I get slandered,

 

Bb  

Libeled,

 

      |Eb          

I hear words I never heard

 

      |Ab

In the Bible.

 

       |Eb                   |Cm         |

And I’m one step ahead of the shoe shine,

 

Eb                     |Cm     Ab

Two steps away from the county line,

 

    |Eb                Eb7      |Ab

Just trying to keep my customers satisfied,

 

    |Eb

Satisfied.

 

 

                      |Eb   |

Deputy Sheriff said to me

 

                          |    |

Tell me what you come here for, boy.

 

                            |Ab   |

You better get your bags and flee.

 

 

You’re in trouble boy,

 

   |Bb                     |Ab

And now you’re heading into more.

 

                 |Eb   |  |

It’s the same old story

 

 

              |Ab

 Everyhwere I go,

 

     |Eb        |

I get slandered,

 

Bb  

Libeled,

 

      |Eb          

I hear words I never heard

 

      |Ab

In the Bible.

 

       |Eb                   |Cm         |

And I’m one step ahead of the shoe shine,

 

Eb                     |Cm     Ab

Two steps away from the county line,

 

    |Eb                Eb7      |Ab

Just trying to keep my customers satisfied,

 

    |Eb   |  |

Satisfied.

 

    |   |   |Ab |Eb | 

 Woh woh woh woh

 

 

Ab                     |Eb   |  |

  But it’s the same old story

 

 

              |Ab

 Everyhwere I go,

 

     |Eb        |

I get slandered,

 

Bb  

Libeled,

 

      |Eb          

I hear words I never heard

 

      |Ab

In the Bible.

 

       |Eb                   |Cm         |

And I’m one step ahead of the shoe shine,

 

Eb                     |Cm     Ab

Two steps away from the county line,

 

    |Eb                Eb7      |Ab

Just trying to keep my customers satisfied,

 

    |Eb   |  |

Satisfied.

 

KODACHROME

 

            |F

When I think back

 

   Fmaj7  |F7               |Bb         |  |

On all the crap I learned in high school

 

Gm              |

   It’s a wonder

 

C             |F  |Gm

I can think at all

 

C7           |F       Fmaj7 F7

And though my lack of edu—cation

 

      |Bb          |  |

Hasn’t hurt me none

 

Gm               |C7            |F

   I can read the writing on the wall

 

 

F7     Bb  D7 |G7

   Kodachro—-me

 

                  |Cm         |F

They give us those nice bright colors

 

                |Bb       |Eb

They give us the greens of summers

 

               |C      |F              |Bb   D |G

Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, Oh yeah

 

       |Cm   |F

I got a Nikon camera

 

                |Bb  |Eb

I love to take a photograph

 

             |C7     |F          |Bb |Dm |Gm |

So mama don’t take my Kodachrome away

 

 

C            |F       Fmaj7  |F7

  If you took all the girls I knew

 

          |Bb    |  |

When I was single

 

Gm                       |C7            |F    |Gm

   And brought them all together for one night

 

C7           |F     Fmaj7

I know they’d never match

 

  |F7        |Bb    |  |

my sweet imagination

 

Gm                     |C7                |F

   And everything looks worse in black and white

 

 

F7     Bb  D7 |G7

   Kodachro—-me

 

                  |Cm         |F

They give us those nice bright colors

 

                |Bb       |Eb

They give us the greens of summers

 

               |C      |F              |Bb   D |G

Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, Oh yeah

 

       |Cm   |F

I got a Nikon camera

 

                |Bb  |Eb

I love to take a photograph

 

             |C7     |F          |Bb |  |

So mama don’t take my Kodachrome away

 

LOVES ME LIKE A ROCK

 

 

                   |G                C     |G

When I was a little boy, (when I was just a boy)

 

                           |                 C     |G

And the Devil would call my name (when I was just a boy)

 

 

            |C7     |

I’d say “now who do,

 

                       |G                     C     |G

Who do you think you’re fooling?” (when I was just a boy)

 

                 |                C     |G

I’m a consecrated boy (when I was just a boy)

 

 

      G7         |C           |

I’m a singer in a Sunday choir

 

             |G         |D

 Oh , my mama loves, she loves me

 

   |G                        |Em

She get down on her knees and hug me

 

        |C              |G   |

Like she loves me like a rock

 

C                      |F       C

  She rocks me like the rock of ages

 

   |G       |

And loves me

 

                               |       |

 She love me, love me, love me, love me

 

 

 

 

 

                         |G             C   |G

 When I was grown to be a man (grown to be a man)

 

                           |               C   |G

And the Devil would call my name (grown to be a man)

 

            |C7     |

I’d say “now who do,

 

                       |G                   C   |G

Who do you think you’re fooling?” (grown to be a man)

 

                 |              C   |G

I’m a consummated man (grown to be a man)

 

      G7             |C  |

I can snatch a little purity

 

       |G            |D

My mama loves me, she loves me

 

   |G                        |Em

She get down on her knees and hug me

 

        |C              |G   |

Like she loves me like a rock

 

C                  |F           C

  She rocks me like the rock of ages

 

   |G       |

And loves me

 

 

 

                              |       |

 

She love me, love me, love me, love me

 

 

                  |              C   |G

 And if I was President (was the President)

 

                            |              C   |G

 The minute Congress call my name (was the President)

 

       |C7      |

I’d say “who do,

 

                       |G                          C     |G

Who do you think you’re fooling? (Who do you think you’re fooling)

 

 

 

                         |              C   |G

I’ve got the Presidential Seal (was the president)

 

                          |C  |

I’m up on the Presidential Podium

 

       |G

My mama loves me

 

   |D

She loves me

 

   |G                        |Em

She get down on her knees and hug me

 

        |C              |G   |

Like she loves me like a rock

 

C                      |F       C

  She rocks me like the rock of ages

 

   |G       |

And loves me

 

 

 

 

Fade out:

                               |

 She love me, love me, love me, love me

 

 

                |

 

(loves me like a rock)

 

 

 

ME AND JULIO DOWN BY THE SCHOOLYARD

 

   |G         

The mama pajama rolled out of bed

 

       |                 |C

And she ran to the police station

 

        |D               

When the papa found out he began to shout

 

      |                  |G    

And he started the investigation

 

                |C

It’s against the law

 

                  |G

It was against the law

 

             |D

What the mama saw

 

                  |G

It was against the law

 

 

   |                    

The mama looked down and spit on the ground

 

    |                 |C

Everytime my name gets mentioned

 

   |D               

The papa said oy if I get that boy

 

         |                           |G

I’m gonna stick him in the house of detention

 

              |C 

Well I’m on my way

 

             |G

I don’t know where I’m going

 

         |C

I’m on my way

 

 

             |G

I’m taking my time

 

      A          D

But I don’t know where

 

          |C                   |G  

Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona

 

        |G      F

See you, me and Julio

 

C           D    |G

Down by the schoolyard

 

        |G      F

See you, me and Julio

 

C           D    |G   |

Down by the schoolyard

 

G      F     C           D    |G

Me and Julio down by the schoolyard

 

    |G 

In a couple of days they come and take me away

 

       |                   |C

But the press let the story leak

 

            |D

And when the radical priest

 

Come to get me released

 

      |                   |G

We was all on the cover of Newsweek

             |C 

And I’m on my way

 

            |G

I don’t know where I’m going

         |C

I’m on my way

 

             |G

I’m taking my time

 

      A          D

But I don’t know where

 

          |C                   |G  

Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona

 

        |G      F

See you, me and Julio

 

C           D    |G

Down by the schoolyard

 

        |G      F

See you, me and Julio

C           D    |G   |

Down by the schoolyard

 

G      F     C           D    |G

Me and Julio down by the schoolyard

 

 

 

MRS. ROBINSON

 

             |Bb       |Gm       |

And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,

 

Bb             |Gm                |Eb  |Cm     |F7  |

Jesus loves you more than you will know  (Wo wo wo).

 

               |Bb          |Gm       |

 God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,

 

Bb            |Gm                 |Eb  |Cm       |    |        |G    |  |  |

Heaven holds a place for those who pray  (Hey hey hey,  hey hey hey).

 

 

    |G7             |          |                |

We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files.

 

    |C7              |                 |C9   |  |

We’d like to help you learn to help yourself.

 

F                 |Bb             |Eb         |Cm   |  |

  Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes.

 

G        |          

  Stroll around the grounds

 

 |F7             |

Until you feel at home.

 

 

             |Bb       |Gm       |

And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,

 

Bb             |Gm                |Eb  |Cm     |F7  |

Jesus loves you more than you will know  (Wo wo wo).

 

               |Bb          |Gm       |

 God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,

 

Bb            |Gm                 |Eb  |Cm         |    |        |G    |  |  |  |

Heaven holds a place for those who pray    (Hey hey hey,  hey hey hey).

 

 

G7             |                  |           |     |  |

   Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes.

 

C7              |                |         |  |

   Put it in you pantry with your cupcakes.

 

F7              |Bb              |Eb          |Cm   |  |

   It’s a little secret, just the Robinsons’ affair.

 

G                           |F7              |

  Most of all, you’ve got to hide it from the kids.

 

 

          |Bb        |Gm       |

Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson,

 

Bb             |Gm                |Eb  |       |F7  |

Jesus loves you more than you will know  (wo wo wo).

 

              |Bb          |Gm       |

God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,

 

Bb            |Gm                 |Eb  |       |Cm   |       |G    |  |  |  |

Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey).

 

 

G7             |         |           |     |  |

   Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon,

 

C7             |             |     |  |

   Going to the candidates’ debate,

 

F7                |Bb             |Eb                |Cm     |  |

   Laugh about it, shout about it, when you’ve got to choose,

 

G                             |F7   |

  Every way you look at it you lose.

 

 

               |Bb         |Gm    

 Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?

 

 |Bb              |Gm            |Eb |Cm       |F7   |

A nation turns its lonely eyes to you  (Woo woo woo).

 

 

                |Bb       |Gm       |

 What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson?

 

Bb              |Gm            |Eb  |         |Cm  |        |G    |  |  |G7add6 |

“Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away”  (Hey hey hey,  hey hey hey).

 

 

 

MOTHER AND CHILD REUNION

 

 

     |C         D       |G

 No I would not give you false hope

 

       |C           D       |G

On this strange and mournful day

 

       |C          D      |G Em

But the mother and child reu-nion

 

  |Am     G      |D   |           |Em              |

Is only a motion away,  oh, little darling of mine.

 

                |D         |

 I can’t for the life of me

 

           |Em        |

 Remember a sadder day

 

                |D        |

 I know they say let it be

 

                       |Em          |

 But it just don’t work out that way

 

                    |C            |

 And the course of a lifetime runs

 

         |D         |

 Over and over again

 

 

 

     |C         D       |G

 No I would not give you false hope

 

       |C           D       |G

On this strange and mournful day

 

       |C          D      |G Em

But the mother and child reu-nion

 

  |Am     G      |D   |           |Em              |

Is only a motion away,  oh, little darling of mine.

 

 

               |D             |

 I just can’t believe it’s so,

 

                    |Em            |

 and though it seems strange to say

 

             |D          |

 I never been laid so low

 

             |Em         |

 In such a mysterious way

 

                    |C            |

 And the course of a lifetime runs

 

         |D         |

 Over and over again

 

 

 

 

      |C         D       |G

 But I would not give you false hope

 

       |C           D       |G

On this strange and mournful day

 

        |C          D      |G Em

When the mother and child reu-nion

 

  |Am     G      |D   |          

Is only a motion away, 

 

 

           |C          D      |G

 Oh, oh the mother and child reunion

 

  |C      D      |G 

Is only a motion away

 

      |C          D      |G|Em

Oh the mother and child reu-nion

 

  |Am     G      |D  |  |G |

Is only a moment away

 

 

 

THE ONLY LIVING BOY IN NEW YORK

 


C   |                      |F      |  |

Tom,  get your plane right on time.

 

C     |              |F      |  |

I know  your part’ll go fine.

 

C  |            |F  Am7|Dm7 F|

Fly  down to Mexico.

 

G              |              |F         |          

Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da and here I am,

 

   |C                   |F      |  |C |F C Dm7|

The only living boy in New York.

 

 

C               |                     |F    |  |

I get the news I need on the weather report.

 

C    |                     |F                    |     |  |

I can gather all the news I need on the weather report.

 

C   |                    |F  C Dm7 F6 |G

Hey,  I’ve got nothing to do today but smile.

 

               |              |F         |          

Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da and here I am,

 

   |C                   |F      |  |Am |  |

The only living boy in New York.

 

Dm                    |G7                    |C

Half of the time we’re gone but we don’t know where,

 

                 |F     |  |

And we don’t know where.

 

C   |                      |F      |  |

Tom,  get your plane right on time.

 

C     |                          |F       |  |

I know  that you’ve been eager to fly now.

 

C  |                 |F      C     |Dm     F  |

Hey  let your honesty shine, shine, shine, now

 

G              |                  |Fmaj7  F6 F      

Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da like it shines on me.

 

   |C                   |F      |

The only living boy in New York.

 

   |C                   |F      |  |C |  |

The only living boy in New York.

 

 

PAPA HOBO

 

A |E |  |

Mm——

 

    |D            |D7

It’s carbon and monoxide

 

   |G     F#    F |E

The ole Detroit perfume

 

  |D           |D7

It hangs on the highways

 

      |G

In the morning

 

      |A               |D   |

And it lays you down by noon

 

       |A

Oh Papa Hobo

 

       |            |G             |G7

You can see that I’m dressed like a schoolboy

 

     |C          |A/C#

But I feel like a clown

 

      |G        |E       |C

It’s a natural reaction I learned

 

          |   Bm   Am  |G  |Bdim Am|G |  |Am G|Am G|Am G|Am |

In this basketball town

 

 

C       |  |

Sweep up

 

      |               |F        |    |

I been sweeping up the tips I’ve made

 

   |  C/E  Dm|C       |  |  |

I’m living on Gatorade

 

           |G      |G7 |  |

Planning my getaway

 

 |C             |  |

Detroit, Detroit

 

     |         |F          |  |

Got a hell of a hockey team

 

     |     Em  Dm|C

Got a left-handed way

 

  |E/B     |Am |Am/G           |

Of making a man sign up on that

 

D/F#      |         |G    |   |G7  |  |

Automotive dream, oh yeah,  oh yeah

 

C7  C#  |D     |G

Oh, Papa Papa Hobo

 

         |         |F    |  |Bb A Ab|

Could you slip me a ride?

 

G          |          |D/F#

 Well, it’s just after breakfast

 

          |G7  F

I’m in the road

 

G7     |C7        |F    |

And the weatherman lied,

 

Dm/A |Bb  |Am |Bb  |Am Gm|F |

Oo——-, Ah—–, Oo——-

 

 

 

 

PARANOIA BLUES

 

                    |E      |

I got some so-called friends

 

                          |E7  |

 They’ll smile right to my face

 

                    |A     |

 Oh, when my back is turned

 

               |E          

 They’d like to stick it to me

 

        |

Yes they would

 

     |   |      |  |

Oh no no,  oh no no

 

        |A               |E       C#m

 There’s only one thing I need to know

 

     |F#7  B7     |E  |

Whose side are you on?

 

 

              |E |

I fly into J.F.K.

 

                        |E7  |

 My heart goes boom boom boom

 

                    |A  |

 I know that customs man

 

              |E          

 He’s going to take me

 

              |

To that little room

 

     |   |       |  |

Oh no no.  Oh no, no

 

        |A               |E       C#m

 There’s only one thing I need to know

 

     |F#7                    B7          |E 

Whose side are you on, whose side are you on?

 

 

         |A

I got the paranoia blues

 

    |                           |E   |

Fnom knockin’ around in New York City

 

          |A            

Where they roll you for a nickel

 

        |                       |A   |  |

And they stick you for the extra dime

 

 

A

Anyway you choose

 

      |                         |E

You’re bound to lose in New York City

 

   |A          B7                |E

Oh, I just got out in the nick of time

 

     |A          B7                |E   |

Well, I just got out in the nick of time

 

 

                       |E   |

Once I was down in Chinatown

 

                             |E7 |

 I was eating some Lin’s Chow Fon

 

                    |A    |

 I happened to turn around

 

           |E      

 And when I looked I see

 

             |

My Chow Fon’s gone

 

      |   |       |  |

Oh no, no,  Oh no, no

 

       |A               |E       C#m

There’s only one thing I need to know

 

     |F#                     B7          |E  |

Whose side are you on, whose side are you on?

 

              |         B7     |E       A

 Well, there’s only one thing I need to know

 

     |F#          B7         |E   |  |

Whose side, whose side, whose side?

 

 

 

 

PEACE LIKE A RIVER

 

Dm |  |                  |Gm                  |F Bb F| Bb F|

Ah,    Peace like a river ran through the city

 

Bb                    |F

Long past the midnight curfew

 

      |Bb         |

We sat starry-eyed

 

Gm |             |Dm       |  |  |  |

  Ooh, oh,we were satisfied

 

Dm |                   |

O-o-oh, when I remember

 

              |Gm                |F     Bb F| Bb F|

Misinformation followed us like a plague

 

Bb              |F

Nobody knew from time to time

 

      |Bb                |

If the plans were changed

 

Gm   |  Gm/F C/E C      |F                  | Gm F|

  Oh,  oh,   oh,  if the plans were changed.

 

 

Gm                    |     F Gm|

  You can beat us with wires

 

F                    |      Gm F|

 You can beat us with chains

 

C                    |

 You can run out your rules

 

                      |Dm                |     Em Dm|

But you know you can’t outrun the history train

 

Gm                 |       F Gm|F |  |C |  |Dm |  |  |  |

  I seen a glorious day, aiee——

 

 

Dm |  |                    

Ah,    four in the morning

 

 |Gm                    |F     Bb F| Bb F|

I woke up from out of my dreams

 

Bb               |F

Nowhere to go but back to sleep

 

       |Bb        |

But I’m reconciled

 

Gm   |Gm/F C/E|                |Dm            | 

  Oh, oh,  oh,  I’m going to be up for a while

 

Gm   |Gm/F C/E|                |Dm            | 

  Oh, oh,  oh,  I’m going to be up for a while

 

 

Gm   |Gm/F C/E|                |Dm            |   |   |   | 

  Oh, oh,  oh,  I’m going to be up for a while

 

 

 

 

RUN THAT BODY DOWN

 

Am           Dm    |G     C  |G |C7 |

  Went to my doctor yesterday

 

Am |E+ |F |Am |

  A-a-a-a-ah,

 

            Dm     |G    C |G |C7

 she said I seem to be O.K.

 

Am |E+ |F |

  A-a-a-a-ah,

G G7      |

    She said

 

C                            |  |

“Paul, you better look around

 

F            |G7                |

 How long you think that you can

 

C             C7   |

Run that body down?

 

F         G7                   |C

 How many nights you think that you can

 

            C7  |F E+|Am |

Do what you been do-o-in’

 

Dm7 G7           |C       Am|Dm E+ E|

Who,  now who you foolin?”

 

 

Am           Dm    |G     C  |G |C7 |

I came back home and I went to bed

 

 

Am   |E+              |F   |Am |

  Ah, I was resting my head

 

              Dm        |G 

 My wife came in and she said

 

        C           |G          |C7     |

“What’s wrong, sweet boy, what’s wrong?”

 

Am   |E+               |F    |

  Ah, I told her what’s wrong

 

G G7      |C                           |  |

    I said “Peg, you better look around

 

F             G7                |

 How long you think that you can

 

C             C7   |

Run that body down?

 

F         G7                   |C

 How many nights you think that you can

 

            C7   F E+|Am |

Do what you been do-o-in’

 

Dm G7              |C       Am|Dm E+ E|

Who-o, now, who you foolin?”

 

 

Am Dm|G C|G |C7 |Am |E+ |F |Am | Dm|G C|G |C7 |Am |E+ |F   

 

 

|G G7|C                           |  |

      Kid, you better look around

 

 

F             G7                |

 How long you think that you can

 

C             C7   |

Run that body down?

 

F         G7                   |C

 How many nights you think that you can

 

            C7   F E+|Am |

Do what you been do-o-in’

 

Dm G7              |C       Am|

Who-o, now, who you foolin?”

 

Dm G7              |C       Am|

Who-o, now, who you foolin?”

 

 

SCARBOROUGH FAIR/CANTICLE

 

Em     |        |D          |Em   |

Are you going to Scarborough Fair:

 

G        |Em       |G A     |Em    |  |  |

 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

 

 |      |G    |    F#m Em   |D     |  |

Remember me to one who lives there.

 

Em      |D   Em |D    Em   D |Em   |  |

She once was a   true love of mine.

 

 

           |           |D    Em  D |Em

Tell her to make me a   cam –  bric shirt:

– – – – – – – – -On the side of  a  hill

 

      |           |G

in the deep forest green.

– – – – – – – – – – – – –

 

        |Em       |G A     |Em                           

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – Tracing

 

  |          |            |

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

of sparrow on snow-crested brown.

 

   |      |G        |   F#m   Em |D

Without no seams nor ne-edle      work,

– – – – – – – – – – -Blankets and bedclothes

 

   |            |

– – – – – – – –

the child of the

 

Em         |D  Em|D    Em   D |

Then she’ll be a  true love of

mountain – – – – – – – – – – –

 

Em       |           |       |     |

mine.- – – – – – – – – – – – – – –     

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

 

 

           |           |D    Em D |Em

Tell her to find me an  ac – re of land:

– – – – – – – – -On the side of a  hill

 

 |             |G  

– – – – – – – – – – –

a sprinkling of leaves.

 

        |Em       |G A     |Em    

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – Washes

 

   |          |       |

– – – – – – – – – – – – – –

the grave with silvery tears.

 

 |              |G    |    F#m Em  |D

Between the salt water and the sea  strand,

– – – – – – – – – – – -A   sol-dier cleans

 

   |          |Em         |D  Em|D    Em   D |

and polishes a gun. – – – – – – – – – – – –             

– – – – – – – -Then she’ll be a  true love of

 

Em       |           |       |     |

mine. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

 

 

           |              |D    Em D  |Em

Tell her to reap it with a sic-kle of  leather:

– – – – – – – – – – – – – -War bellows blazing

 

  |          |G 

– – – – – – – – – – –

in scarlet battalions.

 

        |Em       |G A     |Em      |

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – Generals

 

           |           |    

– – – – – – – – – – – – – –

order their soldiers to kill.

 

   |         |G       |      F#m   Em|D

And gather it all   in a     bunch of heather,

– – – – – – – – And to fight for   a  cause

 

       |           |Em     

– – – – – – – – – – Then

they’ve long ago forgotten.

 

      |D  Em|D    Em   D |Em

she’ll be a  true love of mine.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

 

 

 

SONG FOR THE ASKING

 

Bb          |     Eb     |Gm    |

  Here is my song for the asking

 

Cm7              |D

Ask me and I will play

 

D7|Eb           |Bb            | F|

So sweetly, I’ll make you smile

 

 

Bb          |Bb   Eb     |Gm    |

  This is my tune for the taking

 

Cm                  |D

Take it, don’t turn away

 

D7       |Eb     |Bb     Eb  | F|Bb |

I’ve been waiting all my life

 

 

Gm                           |Dm D|

  Thinking it over, I’ve been sad

 

Bdim                        |Cm        F7

    Thinking it over, I’d be more than glad

 

  |Bb        Bb7|G Eb     |Gm    |

To change my ways  for the asking

 

 

Cm7              |D

Ask me and I will play

 

D7     |Eb         |Bb     Eb  |Bb F|Bb |

All the love that I hold inside

 

THE SOUND OF SILENCE

 

Dm7                      |C      |

   Hello darkness, my old friend,

 

 

                            |Dm   |

 I’ve come to talk with you again,

 

F6                       |Bb  F    |

  Because a vision softly creeping,

 

                           |Bb  F    |

 Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

 

        |Bb             |             |F

 And the vision that was planted in my brain

 

       |     |

Still remains

 

Dm F           |C       |Dm     |

     Within the sound of silence

 

 

Dm7                            |C   |

   In restless dreams I walked alone

 

                        |Dm    |

 Narrow streets of cobblestone,

 

           F6       |Bb     F    |

‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,

 

                         |Bb       F   |

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

 

       |Bb                      |               |F

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

 

              |     |

That split the night

 

Dm F               |C       |Dm      |

    And touched the sound of silence.

 

 

Dm7                        |C  |

   And in the naked light I saw

 

                          |Dm  |

Ten thousand people, maybe more

 

F6                      |Bb  F    |

  People talking without speaking,

 

                      |Bb   F    |

People hearing without listening,

 

              |Bb        |            |F

People writing songs that voices never share

 

          |     |

And no one dared

 

Dm F           |C       |Dm     |

    Disturb the sound of silence

 

 

Dm7                           |C   |

   “Fools” said I, “You do not know

 

                     |Dm   |

Silence like a cancer grows

 

F6                          |Bb    F   |

  Hear my words that I might teach you,

 

                         |Bb    F    |

Take my arms that I might reach you”

 

      |Bb        |                |F    |  |

But my words like silent raindrops fell,

 

Dm    |F     |

   And echoed

 

Dm F      |C       |Dm     |

    In the wells of silence

 

 

Dm7                        |C     |

   And the people bowed and prayed

 

                    |Dm   |

To the neon god they made.

 

        F6                  |Bb F    |

And the sign flashed out its warning,

 

                        |Bb F    |

In the words that it was forming.

 

                       |Bb                       |

And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are

 

                     |F

written on the subway walls

 

            |       |

And tenement halls.”

 

Dm F                    |C       |Dm      |

    And whisper’d in the Sound of Silence.

 

 

 

WAS A SUNNY DAY

C |  |G |  |D7 |  |G  |            |C  |

                        Was a sunny day

 

                |G         |

 Not a cloud was in the sky

 

               |D7            |

 Not a negative word was heard

 

                |Em        |

 From the people passing by

 

 G            |C  |

 ‘Twas a sunny day

 

                |G           |

 All the birdies in the trees

 

                |D7          |

 And the radio’s singing song

 

                |G       |

All the favorite melodies

 

 

        |Am      |

He was a navy man

 

D             |G       E   |

  stationed in Newport News

 

          |Am                   

 She was a highschool queen

 

    |D      |C           |G

with nothing left to lose

 

E7        |Am                   

 She was a highschool queen

 

    |D      |C           |

with nothing left to lose

 

 

G            |C  |

  Was a sunny day

 

                |G         |

 Not a cloud was in the sky

 

               |D7            |

 Not a negative word was heard

 

                |Em        |

 From the people passing by

 

 G            |C  |

 ‘Twas a sunny day

 

                |G           |

 All the birdies in the trees

 

                |D7          |

 And the radio’s singing song

 

                |G       |

All the favorite melodies

 

 

            |Am     |

Her name was Lorelei

 

D            |G        E|

  She was his only girl

 

              |Am                   

She called him “Speedoo”

 

       |D                |C          |G

But his Chistian name was Mister Earl

 

E               |Am                   

  She called him “Speedoo”

 

       |D                |C          |

But his Chistian name was Mister Earl

 

 

G            |C  |

  Was a sunny day

 

                |G         |

 Not a cloud was in the sky

 

               |D7            |

 Not a negative word was heard

 

                |Em        |

 From the people passing by

 

 G            |C  |

 ‘Twas a sunny day

 

                |G           |

 All the birdies in the trees

 

                |D7          |

 And the radio’s singing song

 

                |G       |

All the favorite melodies

 

 

 

 

 

 

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