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. |