| Em/G | D6 | CM7 | B7-9 |
| "The problem is | all inside your h | ead," she said to m | e |
| B7 | |
| Em | B+ |
| "the answer is e[D#dim7]asy if you [GM9+5]take it logic' | lly. |
| Em | D6 | CM7 | B7-9 |
| I'm here to | help you if you're | struggling to be | free; |
| B7 | Em | Am7 | Em | |
| there m | ust be | fifty | ways to leave your | lover." |
| Em/G | D6 | CM7 | B7-9 | B7 |
| She said, "It's | really not my | habit to int | rude; |
| Em | B+ |
| I hope my [D#dim7]meaning won't be [GM9+5]lost or miscon | strued. |
| Em | D6 | CM7 | B7-9 | |
| But I | 'll repeat my | self at the | risk of being | crude; |
| B7 | Em | Am7 | Em | |
| there m | ust be | fifty | ways to leave your | lover." |
| Em | Am7 | Em |
| fifty | ways to leave your | lover." |
| G | |
| Just slip out the | back, Jack. |
| Bb6 | |
| Make a new | plan, Stan; |
| C7 | |
| You don't need to be | coy, Roy, |
| G | |
| just get yourself | free. (on repeat: Just listen to |
| me) |
| G | |
| Hop on the | bus, Gus; |
| Bb6 | |
| You don't need to dis | cuss much; |
| C7 | G | |
| Just drop off the | key, Lee. → and get yourself f | ree. |
| REPEAT CHORUS |
| Second verse: |
| She said, "It grieves me now to see you in such pain; I |
| wish there was somethin' I could do to make you smile |
| again." |
| I said, "I appreciate that, and could you please explain |
| about the → fifty ways?" |
| She said, "Why don't we both just sleep on it tonight; |
| I'm sure in the morning you'll begin to see the light." |
| And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was |
| right; there must be |
| fifty ways to leave your lover, |
| fifty ways to leave your lover." |
| REPEAT CHORUS twice. |
| Capo at 2nd fret |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | C/G | F |
| Let us be | lovers, we'll | marry our | fortunes tog | ether |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am |
| I've got some | real-estate | here in my bag |
| Em | A7 | Em | A7 |
| So we bought a pack of | cigaretts, and | Mrs. Wagner | pies |
| Em | D | C | Em | C | Cmaj7 | Am | C/G |
| And | walked | off to | look for | Am | erica |
| F | |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | C/G | F |
| Kathy I | said as we | boarded the | Greyhound in | Pittsburg |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am |
| Michigan | seems like a | dream to me now |
| Em |
| It took me four days to hitch-hike from Saginaw |
| D | Em | D | C | Cmaj7 |
| I've | come to l | ook for | Americ | a |
| Bridge |
| F | |
| Laughing on the | bus, playing games with the faces |
| C | |
| F | |
| She said the man | in the gaberdine suit was a spy |
| C | |
| F | C | Cmaj7 | |
| I said be carefu | l his bowtie is really a | camera |
| Am | C/G | F | |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | C/G |
| Toss me a | cigarette | I think there's | one in my |
| F | |
| raincoat |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am |
| We smoked the | last one an | hour ago |
| Em | A7 | Em | A7 |
| So I looked at the | scenery, and | she read her maga | zine |
| D | C | Em | C | Cmaj7 | |
| And the | moon | rose | over an | open | field |
| Am | C/G | F | |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | C/G |
| Kathy I'm | lost, I | said, though I | knew she was |
| F | |
| sleeping |
| C | Cmaj7 | Am | |
| I'm | empty and | aching and | I don't know why |
| Em |
| Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike |
| D | Em | D | Cmaj7 | C | |
| They've | all | gone to | look for | Americ | a |
| C | F | C | Dm | C | G | |
| a | ny's the ti | me I'v | e bee | n mis | ta | ken |
| Am | E | Am | C | F | C | Dm | C | G | E | |
| and | many ti | mes conf | used → | Yes and | oft | en fe | lt f | ors | ake | n |
| Am | E | Am | |
| and c | ertain | ly mi | sused |
| F | G | F | C | |
| But I | 'm a | ll right, I'm a | ll ri | ght |
| F | C | G | Am | |
| I'm just w | ear | y | to my b | ones |
| D | G | G7 |
| Still, you do | n't ex | pect to be |
| C | G | D | G | C | F | C | G | G7 | G | Am | |
| bright | and | bon vi | vant → | So | far | awa | y fr | om | hom | e |
| F | C | G | C |
| So f | ar aw | ay from ho | me |
| And I don't know a soul → who's not been battered |
| I don't have a friend who → feels at ease |
| I don't know a dream that's → not been shattered |
| or driven to its knees |
| But it's all right, it's all right |
| We've lived so well so long |
| Still when I think of the road |
| We're travelling on → I wonder what went wrong |
| I can't help it, I wonder → what went wrong |
| C | G |
| And I dreamed I was dying → And I dreamed that my s | oul |
| Am | D | G | |
| rose unexpe | ctedly → And loo | king back do | wn at me |
| F | C | G | C | |
| Smi | led reassuri | ngl | y → And I dreamed I was fl | ying |
| G | G | Am | |
| And high ab | ove my ey | es → could cl | early see |
| D7 | G | F | C | G | |
| The st | atue of libe | rty → Sail | ing aw | ay to | sea |
| C | |
| And I dreamed I was F | lying |
| We come on the ship they call |
| The Mayflower → We come on the ship that |
| sailed the moon → We come in the age's most |
| uncertain hour → And sing an american tune |
| But it's all right, it's all right |
| You can't be forever blessed → Still tomorrow's going to be |
| another working day |
| And I'm trying to get some rest |
| That's all I'm trying to get → some rest. |
| D | |
| My | daddy was a family bassman, |
| my mama was an engineer, |
| and I was born one dark gray morn' |
| G | D | |
| with | music comin' in my ears, | in my ears. |
| Chorus |
| G | |
| They call | me Baby Driver, and once upon a pair of wheels |
| D | Db | Am | B7 | |
| hit the road and I'm gone | ah; what's | my | num- | ber, |
| Em | Em7 | |
| I | wonder how your engine feels, ba ba ba ba | ba, |
| D | D | Db | Am | B7 |
| Scoot down the road, | what's | my | num- | ber, |
| Em | D | |
| I | wonder how your engine feels. |
| My daddy was a prominent frogman, |
| my mama's in the Naval reserve, |
| when I was young, I carried a gun, |
| but I never got the chance to serve, I did not serve. |
| Chorus |
| My daddy got a big promotion, |
| my mama got a raise in pay. |
| There's no one home, we're all alone; |
| Oh, come into my room and play, yes, we can play. |
| Chorus, but first line is: |
| I'm not talkin' about your pigtails, but talkin' 'bout your |
| sex-appeal. → hit the road and I'm gone... |
| A | D | A | |
| When you're w | eary, f | eeling s | mall, |
| D | G | D | A | D | A |
| When t | ears a | re i | n your e | yes, I'll d | ry them all. |
| E | F#m | E | A | |
| I'm | on | your si | de, oh, when times get ro | ugh, |
| A7 | D | B | E |
| And friends just c | an't | be fo | und, |
| A7 | D | A | F#7 | |
| L | ike a br | idge over tro | ubled w | ater, |
| D | C#7 | F#m | |
| I will l | ay me d | own, |
| A7 | D | A | F#7 | |
| L | ike a br | idge over tro | ubled w | ater, |
| D | E7 | A | |
| I will l | ay me d | own. |
| When you're down and out, when you're on the street, |
| When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you. |
| I'll take your part, oh, when darkness comes, |
| And pain is all around, |
| Like a bridge over troubled water, |
| I will lay me down, |
| Like a bridge over troubled water, |
| I will lay me down. |
| Sail on silver girl, sail on by, |
| Your time has come to shine, all your dreams are on their |
| way. |
| See how they shine, oh, if you need a friend, |
| I'm sailing right behind, |
| Like a bridge over troubled water, |
| I will ease your mind, |
| Like a bridge over troubled water, |
| I will ease your mind. |
| C | F | C |
| Cecilia, you're | breaking my | heart, |
| F | C | G7 | |
| you're | shaking my | confidence | daily. |
| F | C | F | C | |
| Oh, | Cecili | a, I'm | down on my | knees; |
| F | C | G7 | |
| I'm | begging you | please to come | home. |
| Chorus |
| Cecilia, you're breaking my heart, |
| you're shaking my confidence daily |
| Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees; |
| I'm begging you please to come home. |
| G7 | C |
| Come on | home |
| Bridge: |
| C | F | |
| Making | love in the | afternoon |
| C | F | G7 | C | |
| with | Cecilia | up in | my bed | room. |
| C | F | |
| (Making love) I got | up to | wash my face, |
| C | G7 | C | |
| when I | come back to bed someone's | taken my | place. |
| Chorus |
| Jubilation, she loves me again, |
| I fall on the floor and I'm laughing, |
| Jubilation, she loves me again, |
| I fall on the floor and I'm laughing |
| D | |
| Cl | oudy, |
| G | |
| The sky is grey and white and clou | dy. |
| D | F#7 | Ddim | |
| Sometimes I think it's hanging d | own | on m | e. |
| A | F#7 | |
| I | t's hitch-hike a hundred m | iles. |
| A | Bm | |
| I'm a | rag-a-muffin c | hild. |
| E | |
| P | ointed finger, painted smile. |
| A | A7 | |
| I le | ft my shadow waiting down the | road for me a while. |
| D | |
| Cl | oudy, |
| G | |
| My thoughts are scattered and they're clou | dy. |
| D | F#7 | Ddim | |
| They have no borders, | no b | oundar | ies. |
| A | F#7 | A | Bm | |
| T | hey echo and they s | well, → From Tol | stoy to Tinker | bell, |
| E | |
| D | own from Berkeley to Carmel. |
| A | A7 | |
| Got | some pictures in my pocket and a | lot of time to |
| kill. |
| D | |
| Hey, Su | nshine-- |
| G | |
| I haven't seen you in a l | ong time. |
| D | F#7 | Ddim | |
| Why don't you show your face and be | nd | my m | ind? |
| A | F#7 | |
| Th | ese clouds stick to the s | ky, |
| A | Bm | |
| Like a fl | oating question, | why? |
| E | |
| A | nd they linger there to die. |
| A | A7 |
| They don't know where they're going, and my | friend, |
| neither do I. |
| D | G | D | G | |
| Clo | udy, Cl | oudy, Clo | udy, | Cloudy. |
| English lyric by Paul Simon |
| Em | G | |
| I'd | rather be a sparrow than a | snail |
| Em | |
| Yes I would, if I could, I surely | would |
| Hmm |
| G | |
| I'd rather be a hammer than a | nail |
| Em | |
| Yes I would, if I only could, I surely | would |
| Hmm |
| C | |
| A | way, 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 |
| Em | |
| Yes I would, if I could, I surely | would |
| G | |
| I'd rather feel the earth beneath my | feet |
| Em | C | G | C | |
| Yes I would, if I only could, I surely | would |
| G | Em | |
| G | C | G6 | Am |
| Slow | down, you | move too | fast. |
| G | C | G6 | Am |
| You got to | make the | morning | last. |
| G | C | G6 | Am |
| Just kickin' | down the | cobble | stones, |
| G | C | G6 | Am |
| lookin' for | fun and Fee | lin' | Groovy. |
| Hello lamppost, what cha knowin'. |
| I've come to watch your flowers growing. |
| Ain't cha got no rhymes for me? |
| Dootin' doodoo, Feeling Groovy. |
| Got no deeds to do, no promises to keep. |
| I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep. |
| Let the morning time drop all its petals on me. |
| Life, I love you. All is groovy. |
| Dm | C | Bb | A7 | |
| intro → |
| Dm | C |
| Time, time, time, see what's be | come of me |
| Bb | Am | |
| While I | looked around for my possi | bilities |
| C | |
| I was so | hard to please |
| Dm | C | |
| But look aro | und, leaves are br | own |
| Bb | A7 | Dm | |
| And the sk | y is a h | azy shade of w | inter |
| C | |
| Hear the salvation | army band |
| Bb |
| Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride |
| Than what you've got planned → Carry your cup in your hand |
| And look around, leaves are brown now |
| And the sky is a hazy shade of winter |
| Hang on to your hopes, my friend |
| That's an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass |
| away → Simply pretend |
| That you can build them again |
| Look around, the grass is high |
| The fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my life |
| Bb | F | Fmaj7 |
| Ahhh, seasons change with the | scener | y |
| C9 | |
| Weaving time in a | tapestry |
| Dm | A7 | Dm | |
| Won't you stop and re | mem | ber m | e |
| C |
| At any convenient time |
| Bb |
| Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts |
| Of unpublished rhyme → Drinking my vodka and lime |
| But look around, leaves are brown now |
| And the sky is a hazy shade of winter |
| Look around, leaves are brown |
| There's a patch of snow on the ground... |
| G | |
| I'm s | itting in a railway station, |
| Bm | F | E | E7 | |
| Got a t | icket for my d | estina | tion | . |
| Am |
| On a tour of one night stands, |
| F | |
| My su | itcase and guitar in hand, |
| G | |
| And ev | ery stop is neatly planned |
| For a poet and a one man band. |
| G | C | |
| Chorus: → Home | ward bo | und, |
| G | C | |
| I wish I w | as homeward bou | nd, |
| G | C | |
| Ho | me, where my tho | ughts are 'scaping, |
| G | C | |
| Ho | me, where my mu | sic's playing, |
| G | Am | Am7 | D | |
| Ho | me, where my | love lies waiting si | lently for m | e. |
| Everyday's an endless stream → Of cigarettes and magazines. |
| And each town looks the same to me, |
| The movies and the factories, |
| And every stranger's face I see |
| Reminds me that I long to be... |
| Chorus. |
| Tonight I'll sing my songs again, |
| I'll play the game and pretend, |
| But all my words come back to me |
| In shades of mediocrity, → Like emptiness in harmony, |
| I need someone to comfort me. |
| Chorus. |
| G | |
| I'm s | itting in a railway station, |
| Bm | F | E | E7 | |
| Got a t | icket for my d | estina | tion | . |
| Am |
| On a tour of one night stands, |
| F | |
| My su | itcase and guitar in hand, |
| G | |
| And ev | ery stop is neatly planned |
| For a poet and a one man band. |
| G | C | |
| Chorus: → Home | ward bo | und, |
| G | C | |
| I wish I w | as homeward bou | nd, |
| G | C | |
| Ho | me, where my tho | ughts are 'scaping, |
| G | C | |
| Ho | me, where my mu | sic's playing, |
| G | Am | Am7 | D | |
| Ho | me, where my | love lies waiting si | lently for m | e. |
| Everyday's an endless stream → Of cigarettes and magazines. |
| And each town looks the same to me, |
| The movies and the factories, |
| And every stranger's face I see |
| Reminds me that I long to be... |
| Chorus. |
| Tonight I'll sing my songs again, |
| I'll play the game and pretend, |
| But all my words come back to me |
| In shades of mediocrity, → Like emptiness in harmony, |
| I need someone to comfort me. |
| Chorus. |
| C | F | C |
| A winter's day- → in a | deep and dark De | cember |
| Dm | G7 | F | C |
| I a | m al | one- |
| Dm7 | Em7 | Dm7 | Em7 |
| Gazing from my | window | to the streets be | low |
| Dm | F | G | |
| On a | freshly fallen | silent shroud of | snow. |
| F | C | F | G | C | Am |
| I am a | rock, | I am an | islan | d. |
| I've built walls, → A fortress deep and mity |
| That none may penetrate → I have no need of friendship |
| friendship causes pain |
| It's laughter and loving I disdain |
| I am a rock, I am an island |
| Don't talk of love |
| but I've heard the word before |
| It's sleeping in my memory |
| I won't disturb the slumber of the feelings that have died |
| If I never loved I never would have cried |
| I am a rock, I am an island |
| I have my books → and my poetry to protect me |
| I am shielded in my armour |
| Hiding in my room, safe within my womb, |
| I touch no one and no one touches me. |
| F | C | F | G | C |
| I am a | rock, | I am an | islan | d |
| Dm7 | G | C | Dm7 | G | C | |
| And a | rock | feels no | pain, and an | island | never | cries. |
| G | C | G | Am | Em | C |
| I hear the | drizzle of the | rain_ | Like a | memo | ry it |
| Bm7 | |
| falls |
| G | Bm | G | C | Am | Em | D |
| Soft and | warm con | tinu | ing_ | Tapping | on my | roof and |
| G | C | G | |
| walls |
| G | C | G | Am | Em |
| And from the | shelter of my | mind_ | Through the | window |
| C | Bm7 | |
| of my | eyes |
| G | Bm | G | C | Am |
| I gaze be | yond the | rain drenched | streets_ | To England |
| Em | D | G | C | G | |
| where my | heart | lies |
| G | C | G | Am | Em |
| My mind's dis | tracted and | diffused_ | My | thoughts are |
| C | Bm7 | |
| many | miles a | way |
| G | Bm | G | C | Am |
| They lie with | you when | you're a | sleep_ | And kiss you |
| Em | D | G | C | G | |
| when you | start your | day |
| G | C | G | Am |
| And a song I was | writing is left | undone_ | I don't know |
| Em | C | Bm7 | |
| why I | spent the | time |
| G | Bm | G | C | Am | Em |
| Writing | song I | can't be | lieve_ | With words that | tear |
| D | G | C | G | |
| and | strain to | rhyme |
| G | C | G | Am | Em |
| And so you | see I have come to | doubt_ | All that | I once |
| C | Bm7 | |
| held as | true |
| G | Bm | G | C | Am | Em | D |
| I stand a | lone with | out be | liefs_ | The only | truth I | know |
| G | C | G | |
| is | you |
| G | C | G | Am | Em |
| And as I | watch the drops of | rain | weave their | weary |
| C | Bm7 | |
| paths and | die |
| G | Bm | G | C | Am |
| I know that | I am | like the | rain_ | There but for the |
| Em | D | G | C | G | |
| grace of | you go | I. |
| F | F7 | Bb | |
| When I think | back on all the | crap I learned in h | igh |
| school |
| Gm | C7 | F | Gm |
| It's a wonder | I can think at a | ll. |
| C7 | F | F7 | Bb |
| And though my la | ck of educ | ation hasn't | hurt me none, |
| Gm | C7 | F |
| I can read the | writing on the | wall. |
| Chorus: |
| F7 | Bb | D7 | G7 | Cm | |
| Kod | ach | rome | , They give us those | nice |
| F | |
| bright | colors, |
| Bb | Eb | Cm | |
| They give us the | greens of sum | mers | , |
| C | F | Bb | |
| Makes you think a | ll the wor | ld's a sunny | day |
| D | G | |
| Oh | yeah, |
| Cm | F | |
| I got a N | ikon cam | era, I love to take a |
| Bb | Eb | |
| photograp | h, |
| Eb | C7 | F | Bb | |
| So momma, don't t | ake my | Kodachrome | away. |
| F | C7 | Bb | |
| If you took | all the girls I | knew when I was | single |
| Gm | C7 | F | Gm |
| And brought them all to | gether for one | night, |
| C7 | F | F7 | Bb |
| I know they'd never m | atch my s | weet imagi | nation, |
| Gm | C7 | F |
| And ev'rything looks | worse in black and | white. |
| Chorus |
| G | |
| Mam | a pyjama rolled outta bed, she ran to the police |
| C | |
| s | tation |
| D | |
| When the | cop found out, he began to shout, he started the |
| G | |
| invest | igation |
| D | G | |
| And it's against the | law, it was against the l | aw |
| D | G | |
| What what mama | saw, it was against the l | aw |
| Mama looked down and spit on the ground ever time her name |
| gets mentioned |
| The cop said oy, if I get that boy |
| I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention |
| C | G | |
| Well I'm on my wa | y, I don't know w | here I'm goin' |
| C | G | A | D | |
| I'm on my | way, takin' my | time, but I d | on't know w | here |
| C | G | |
| Goodbye to R | osie, the queen of Co | rona |
| F | C | D | G | C | G | D | |
| Seein' me and Ju | lio d | own by the sch | ooly | ard |
| F | C | D | G | C | G | D | |
| Seein' me and Ju | lio d | own by the sch | ooly | ard |
| (Instrumental break) |
| In a couple of days they're gonna take me away |
| When the press let the story leak |
| Now when the radical breach comes to get me released |
| Appears all on the cover of Newsweek |
| And I'm on my way, I don't know where I'm goin' |
| But I'm on my way, takin' my time, but I don't know where |
| Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona |
| Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard |
| Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard |
| Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard |
| E7 | A | D | G | C | Am | E7 | D |
| De de | de de | de d | e de | de de | de de | de de |
| Chorus |
| D | G | Em |
| And here's to | you Mrs. | Robinson |
| G | Em | C | Am | D |
| Jesus loves you | more than you will | know, | wo wo wo |
| D | G | Em |
| God bless you | please Mrs. | Robinson |
| G | Em | C | Am |
| Heaven holds a | place for those who | pray, | hey hey hey |
| E7 |
| We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files |
| A |
| We'd like to help you learn to help yourself |
| D | G | C | Am |
| Look around you | all you see are | sympathetic | eyes |
| E7 | D |
| Stroll around the grounds un | til you feel at home |
| Chorus |
| E7 |
| Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes |
| A |
| Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes |
| D | G | C | Am |
| It's a little | secret just the | Robinsons' a | fair |
| E7 | D |
| Most of all you've got to | hide it from the kids |
| Chorus |
| D | G | Em |
| Koo koo ka | choo Mrs. | Robinson |
| G | Em | C | Am | D |
| Jesus loves you | more than you will | know, | wo wo wo |
| D | G | Em |
| God bless you | please Mrs. | Robinson |
| G | Em | C | Am |
| Heaven holds a | place for those who | pray, | hey hey hey |
| E7 |
| Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon |
| A |
| Going to the candidates debate |
| D | G | C |
| Laugh about it | shout about it | when you've got to |
| Am | |
| choose |
| E7 | D |
| Any way you look at it you | lose |
| Chorus |
| D | G | Em |
| Where have you | gone Joe Di | Maggio |
| G | Em | C | Am | D |
| A nation turns its | lonely eyes to | you, | woo woo woo |
| D | G | Em |
| What's that you | say Mrs. | Robinson |
| G | Em | C | Am |
| Joltin' Joe has | left and gone | away, | hey hey hey, hey |
| E7 | |
| hey | hey |
| Am | G | Am |
| Are you going to | Scarborough | Fair |
| C | Am | C | D | Am |
| Parsley | sage | rose | mary and | thyme |
| C | G | |
| Remember | me to one who lives | there |
| Am | G | Am |
| She once | was a true love of | mine |
| Am | G | Am |
| Tell her to make me a | cambric | shirt |
| C | Am | C | D | Am |
| Parsley | sage | rose | mary and | thyme |
| C | G | |
| Without any | seam or fine needle | work |
| Am | G | Am | |
| And | then she'll | be a true love of | mine |
| Am | G | Am |
| Will you reap it with | sickle of lea | ther |
| C | Am | C | D | Am |
| Parsley | sage | rose | mary and | thyme |
| C | G | |
| And tie it | all up with a peacock's fea | ther |
| Am | G | Am | |
| Or | never | be a true love of | mine |
| Am | G | Am |
| Will you find me an | acre of | land |
| C | Am | C | D | Am |
| Parsley | sage | rose | mary and | thyme |
| C | G | |
| Between the | sea foam and the sea | sand |
| Am | G | Am | |
| Or | never | be a true love of | mine |
| Am | G | Am |
| will you plough it | with a lamb's | horn |
| C | Am | C | D | Am |
| Parsley | sage | rose | mary and | thyme |
| C | G | |
| And sow it all | over with one pepper | corn |
| Am | G | Am | |
| Or | never | be a true love of | mine |
| Am | G | Am |
| Tell her to wash it in | yonder dry | well |
| C | Am | C | D | Am |
| Parsley | sage | rose | mary and | thyme |
| C | G | |
| Where water ne'er | sprung, nor drop of rain | fell |
| Am | G | Am | |
| And | then she'll | be a true love of | mine |
| Am | G | Am |
| Tell her to dry it | on yonder | thorn |
| C | Am | C | D | Am |
| Parsley | sage | rose | mary and | thyme |
| C | G | |
| Which never | bore blossom since Adam was | born |
| Am | G | Am | |
| And | then she'll | be a true love of | mine |
| Am | G | Am |
| When you've done and | finished your | work |
| C | Am | C | D | Am |
| Parsley | sage | rose | mary and | thyme |
| C | G | |
| Then come to | me for your cambric | shirt |
| Am | G | Am | |
| And | you shall | be a true love of | mine |
| Bm | A | Bm |
| Are you going to | Scarborough | Fair, |
| Bm | E7 | Bm | |
| Parsley, | sage, rose | mary and | thyme. |
| Bm | D | F#m | A | |
| Re | member me | to one who | lives | there, |
| Bm | A | Bm |
| Once she | was a true love of | mine. |
| Tell her to make me a Cambric shirt, |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. |
| Without any seam and needlework. |
| Then she will be a true love of mine. |
| Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well, |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. |
| Where the water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell |
| Then she'll be a true love of mine. |
| Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. |
| Which never bore blossom since Adam was born, |
| Then she'll be a true love of mine. |
| Oh, will you find me an acre of land, |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. |
| Between the sea foam and the sea sand, |
| Or never be a true love of mine. |
| Oh, will you plough it with a lamb's horn |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. |
| And sow it all over with one peppercorn, |
| Or never be a true love of mine. |
| Oh, will you reap it with a sickle of leather, |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. |
| And tie it up with Peacock's feather, |
| Or never be a true love of mine. |
| And then you have done and finished your work, |
| Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. |
| Then come to me for your cambric shirt, |
| Then you shall be a true love of mine. |
| Chorus: → Chorus |
| C | Am | |
| Slip sliding a | way, slip sliding | away |
| C | G | F | |
| You know the n | earer your destin | ation, the | more you slip |
| G | C | |
| sl | iding a | way |
| Am | C | |
| Whoah and I know a | man, he came from my h | ometown |
| F | Fm | |
| He wore his p | assion for his woman like a t | horny crown |
| C | Am | |
| He said D | olores, I live in | fear |
| C | G | F | G | |
| My love for y | ou's so overpow | ering, I'm af | raid that | I |
| C | |
| will dis | appear |
| chorus |
| I know a woman, (who) became a wife |
| These are the very words she uses to describe her life |
| She said a good day ain't got no rain |
| She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed |
| And I think of things that might have been |
| chorus |
| And I know a father who had a son |
| He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he'd |
| done |
| He came a long way just to explain |
| He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping |
| Then he turned around and he headed home again |
| chorus |
| Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan |
| The information's unavailable to the mortal man |
| We're workin' our jobs, collect our pay |
| Believe we're gliding down the highway, when in fact we're |
| slip sliding away |
| chorus repeats 2x |
| Am | G | |
| H | ello darkness my old fri | end, |
| Am | |
| I've come to talk with you ag | ain. |
| C | F | C | |
| Because a vi | sion softl | y creep | ing |
| F | C | |
| Left it's seed while I w | as sleep | ing, |
| F | C | |
| And the vis | ion that was planted in my br | ain |
| Am | |
| Still rem | ains |
| C | G | Am | |
| Wit | hin the s | ounds of si | lence. |
| In restless dreams I walked alone, |
| Narrow streets of cobble stone. |
| 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, |
| I turned my collar to the cold and damp, |
| When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light |
| That split the night |
| And touched the sounds of silence. |
| And in the naked light I saw |
| Ten thousand people, maybe more. |
| People talking without speaking, |
| People hearing without listening, |
| People writing songs that voices never shared, |
| And no one dared |
| Disturb the sounds of silence. |
| "Fools!" said I, "you do not know, |
| Silence like a cancer grows. |
| Hear my words that I might teach you, |
| Take my arms that I might reach you." |
| But my words like silent raindrops fell... |
| And echoed in the wells of silence. |
| And the people bowed and prayed |
| To the neon gods they made. |
| And the sign flashed out its warning, |
| In the words that it was forming, |
| And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written |
| on the subway walls → And tenement halls." |
| And whispered in the sounds of silence. |
| Am | G | |
| H | ello darkness my old fri | end, |
| Am | |
| I've come to talk with you ag | ain. |
| C | F | C | |
| Because a vi | sion softl | y creep | ing |
| F | C | |
| Left it's seed while I w | as sleep | ing, |
| F | C | |
| And the vis | ion that was planted in my br | ain |
| Am | |
| Still rem | ains |
| C | G | Am | |
| Wit | hin the s | ounds of si | lence. |
| Am | G |
| In restless dreams I walked al | one, |
| Am | |
| Narrow streets of cobble st | one. |
| C | F | C | |
| 'Neath the h | alo of | a street l | amp, |
| F | C | |
| I turned my collar to the c | old and d | amp, |
| F | C | |
| When my | eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon l | ight |
| Am | |
| That split the n | ight |
| C | G | Am | |
| And t | ouched the | sounds of si | lence. |
| Am | G |
| And in the naked light I | saw |
| Am | |
| Ten thousand people, maybe m | ore. |
| C | F | C | |
| People talking | witho | ut speak | ing, |
| F | C | |
| People hearing with | out listen | ing, |
| F | C | |
| People | writing songs that voices never sh | ared, |
| Am | |
| And no one d | ared |
| C | G | Am | |
| Dist | urb the | sounds of si | lence. |
| Am | G | |
| " | Fools!" said I, "you do not | know, |
| Am | |
| Silence like a cancer gr | ows. |
| C | F | C | |
| Hear my words that | I m | ight teach | you, |
| F | C | |
| Take my arms that I m | ight reach | you." |
| F | C | |
| But my w | ords like silent raindrops | fell... |
| Am | C | G | Am | |
| And ech | oed | in the | wells of si | lence. |
| Am | G |
| And the people bowed and pr | ayed |
| Am | |
| To the neon gods they m | ade. |
| C | F | C | |
| And the sign flashed | out | its warn | ing, |
| F | C | |
| In the words that it | was form | ing, |
| F | |
| And the sign said, "The w | ords of the prophets are written |
| C | Am | |
| on the subway | walls → And tenement h | alls." |
| C | G | Am | |
| And wh | ispered in the | sounds of si | lence. |
| Em | D |
| Who | will love a little sparrow, |
| C | D | |
| Who's travelled | far, and cries for | rest? |
| Em | A | |
| "Not | I," said the | oak tree. |
| D | A | |
| "I | won't share my branches with | no sparrow's nest; |
| D | A | Em | |
| And my | blanket of leaves won't w | arm her cold b | reast." |
| Who will love a little sparrow, |
| And who will speak a kindly word? |
| "Not I," said the swan. |
| "The entire idea is utterly absurd; |
| I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other swans heard." |
| And who will take pity in his heart, |
| And who will feed a starving sparrow? |
| "Not I," said the golden wheat. |
| "I would if I could but I cannot I know; |
| For I need all my grain to prosper and grow." |
| Who will love a little sparrow, |
| Will no one write her eulogy? |
| "I will," said the Earth. |
| "For all I've created returns unto me; |
| From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be." |
| C | Am |
| I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom | told |
| G | |
| I have | squandered my resistance |
| Dm | G | C | |
| For a | pocket full of | mumbles, such are | promises |
| Am | G | F | |
| All lies and | jest, still a | man hears what he | wants to |
| C | G | F | F | C | |
| hear → And disregards the | rest |
| C | |
| When I | left my home and my family, I was no more than a |
| Am | G | |
| boy → In the | company of strangers |
| Dm | G | C | |
| In the | quiet of a | railway station, | running scared |
| Am | G | F | |
| Laying | low, seeking | out the poorer | quarters |
| C | |
| Where the ragged people | go |
| G | F | F | C | |
| Looking | for the places | only | they would | know |
| Chorus |
| Am | G | Am | |
| Lie la | lie, Lie la | lie la lie la lie, Lie la | lie, |
| G | F | C |
| Lie la lie la la la la, lie | la la la la | lie. |
| C | Am | |
| Asking | only workman's wages I come looking for a | job |
| G | |
| But I get no | offers |
| Dm | G | C | |
| Just a | come-on from the | whores on Seventh | Avenue |
| Am | G | F | |
| I do de | clare, there were | times when I was | so lonesome |
| C | G | F | F | C | |
| I took some comfort | there → | Lie lie lie lie la |
| C | |
| Then I'm | laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was |
| Am | |
| gone |
| G | Dm | G | |
| Going | home where the | New York City winters | aren't |
| C | Am | G | F | C | |
| bleeding me | → Leading | me, | going | home. |
| C | |
| In the | clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his |
| Am | |
| trade |
| G | G7 | |
| And he | carries a reminder of ev'ry | glove that laid him |
| down |
| C | Am | |
| Or | cut him till he cried out in his anger and his | shame |
| G | F | |
| I am | leaving, I am | leaving |
| C | |
| But the fighter still re | mains |
| Chorus |
| C | Am |
| I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom | told |
| G | |
| I have | squandered my resistance |
| Dm | G | C | |
| For a | pocket full of | mumbles, such are | promises |
| Am | G | F | |
| All lies and | jest, still a | man hears what he | wants to |
| hear |
| C | G | G7 | G6 | C | |
| And disregards the | rest |
| C | |
| When I | left my home and my family, I was no more than a |
| Am | G | |
| boy → In the | company of strangers |
| G7 | G6 | C | |
| In the | quiet of a | railway station, | running scared |
| Am | G | F | |
| Laying | low, seeking | out the poorer | quarters |
| C | |
| Where the ragged people | go |
| G | G7 | G6 | C | |
| Looking | for the places | only | they would | know |
| Chorus |
| Am | G | Am | |
| Lie la | lie, Lie la | lie la lie la lie, Lie la | lie, |
| G | F | C |
| Lie la lie la la la la, lie | la la la la | lie. |
| C | Am | |
| Asking | only workman's wages I come looking for a | job |
| G | |
| But I get no | offers |
| G7 | G6 | C | |
| Just a | come-on from the | whores on Seventh | Avenue |
| Am | G | F | |
| I do de | clare, there were | times when I was | so lonesome |
| C | |
| I took some comfort | there |
| G | G7 | G6 | C |
| Lie lie lie lie la |
| Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was |
| gone |
| Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding |
| me → Leading me, going home. |
| In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade |
| And he carries a reminder ov ev'ry glove that laid him |
| down |
| Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame |
| I am leaving, I am leaving |
| But the fighter still remains |
| Chorus |
| Capo 4th fret. → 4/4 time. |
| G | G | |
| INTRO: → |
| VERSE 1: |
| G | G | C | C | |
| T | om, | get your plane right on | time |
| G | G | C | C | |
| I | know | your part'll go f | ine |
| G | G | C | C/B | C/A | C/G | |
| F | ly | down to Mexico |
| D/F# | D/F# | C | C | |
| D | o-n-da-da-n-d | a-da-n-da-da and h | ere I am |
| C | G | G | |
| T | he only living boy in New | York. |
| VERSE 2: (two bars of C to lead in) |
| I get the news I need from the weather report |
| I can gather all the news I need from the weather report |
| Hey, I've got nothing to do to-day but smile |
| Do-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da-n here I am |
| The only living boy in New York. |
| E | Esus4 | E | |
| CHORUS: → |
| Am | D7/F# | |
| H | alf of the time we're g | one, but we don't know |
| G | C | C | |
| W | here, and we don't know w | here |
| VERSE 3: → Ah.... |
| Here I am. |
| CHORUS |
| VERSE 4: |
| Tom, get your plane right on time |
| I know that you've been eager to fly now |
| Hey, let your honesty shine, shine, shine now, |
| Do-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-do like it shines on me |
| The only living boy in New York |
| The only living boy in New York. |
| BRIDGE: |
| G | G | G | G | |
| ( | hammer | on and | pull of | f at the second fret on the A and |
| D strings) |
| G | C | E | Esus4 | E | |
| Am | D7/F# | G | C | |
| VERSES 5 & 6: (as for Verse 3) |
| CODA: |
| G | G | G | G | G | |
| Fine. |