NAME SONGS!
Ukulele
Player
COMMUNITY
Blue Bonnet Mexican Cafe457 S Broadway,Denver, CO 80209303-223-9818
TO BE A COOL
KID ALL YOU HAVE
TO DO IS COME ALONG
COOL KIDS LUNCH
SWEET CAROLINE-Neil Diamond 4/4 1...2...1234
Intro: (7 measures)
Where it began, I can’t begin to knowin', but then I know it’s growin' strong
Was in the spring, and spring became the summer,
Who’d have believed you’d come a-long
Hands, touchin' hands, reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin' you
Sweet Caro-line, good times never seemed so good
I'd been in-clined to believe they never would, but now I
Look at the night and it don’t seem so lonely. We fill it up with only two
And when I hurt hurtin' runs off my shoulder. How can I hurt when holding you
p.2. Sweet Caroline
Warm, touchin' warm, reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin' you
Sweet Caro-line, good times never seemed so good
I'd been in-clined to believe they never would, Oh, no no
Instrumental: (7 measures)
Sweet Caro-line, good times never seemed so good
Sweet Caro-line, I believed they never could, Oh, Car - o - line
For Baby (For Bobbie)John Denver
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ts6xDmDfvqk&nohtml5=False F Bb FA 0 0 E 3 1 1C 2 0
I'll Fwalk in the
Bbrain by your
Fside,
I'll Bbcling to the
C7warmth of your
Fhand.
I'll Bbdo any
C7thing to keep you
Fsatis
Bbfied,
I'll Flove you more than
C7anybody
Fcan.
And the Bbwind will
C7whisper your
Fname to me,
BbLittle birds will
C7sing along in
Ftime.
BbLeaves will bow
C7down when
Fyou walk
Bbby
And Fmorning
C7bells will
Fchime.
FI'll be there when
Bbyou're feeling
Fdown
To Bbkiss away the
C7tears if you
Fcry.
BbI'll share with
C7you all the
Fhappiness I've
Bbfound,
A reFflection of the
C7love in your
Feyes.
And I'll Bbsing you the
C7songs of the
Frainbow,
A Bbwhisper of the
C7joy that is
Fmine.
And BbLeaves will bow
C7down when
Fyou walk
Bbby
And Fmorning
C7bells will
Fchime.
I'll Fwalk in the
Bbrain by your
Fside,
I'll Bbcling to the
C7warmth of your
Ftiny hand.
I'll Bbdo any
Cthing to help you
Funder
Bbstand,
I'll Flove you more than
C7anybody
Fcan.
And the Bbwind will
C7whisper your
Fname to me,
BbLittle birds will
C7sing along in
Ftime.
BbLeaves will bow
C7down when
Fyou walk
Bbby
And Fmorning
C7bells will
Fchime.
Amieby Pure Prairie League
A – G – D A – G – D
A G D A G – D I can see why you think you belong to meA G D A DI never tried to make you think or let you see one thing for yourself C DBut now you’re off with someone else and I’m alone C E7You see I thought that I might keep you for my own
CHORUS:A G D A G D BmAmie, What you wanna do?. . . I think I could stay with you for awhile E7 (A – G – D – A – G – D)Maybe longer if I do
A G D A G – D Don’t you think the time is right for us to findA G D A All the things we thought weren’t proper could be right in time D C DAnd can you see, which way we should turn together or alone C E7I can never see what’s right or what is wrong
CHORUS:A G D A G – D Now it’s come to what you want you’ve had your wayA G D A And all the things you thought before just faded into grey D C DAnd can you see, that I don’t know if it’s you or if it’s me C E7If it’s one of us I’m sure we’ll both will see (Wont you look at me and tell me)
CHORUS
Down on the Corner by John Fogarty (Creedence Clearwater Revival)
Intro: C . ' . . ' |G . ' C . |C . ' . . ' |G . ' C . |F . ' . . ' |C . ' . . | . . ' . . ' |G . ' C . |
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C . . . |G . C . | . . . . |G . C . | Early in the evenin’, just around supper time Over at the courthouse they’re starting to un-wind
F . . . |C . . . | . . . . |G . C . | Four kids on the corner, trying to bring you up. Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp. F . C . |G . C
Chorus: Down on the corner, out in the street
. |F . C . |G . C . | Willy and the Poorboys are playin’. Bring a nickel, tap your feet.
C . . . |G . C . | . . . . |G . C . | Rooster hits the washboard, and people just gotta smile. Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
F . . . |C . . . | . . . . |G . C . | Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his Kalama-zoo. And Willy goes in to a dance and doubles on ka-zoo. F . C . |G . C
Chorus: Down on the corner, out in the street
. |F . C . |G . C . | Willy and the Poorboys are playin’. Bring a nickel, tap your feet.
Instrumental
with kazoos: C . ' . . ' |G . ' C . |C . ' . . ' |G . ' C . | F . ' . . ' |C . ' . . | . . ' . . ' |G . ' C . |
F . C . |G . C
Chorus: Down on the corner, out in the street
. |F . C . |G . C . | Willy and the Poorboys are playin’. Bring a nickel, tap your feet. C . . . |G . C . | . . . . |G . C . | You don’t need a penny just to hang a-round. But if you’ve got a nickel won’t you lay your money down?
F . . . |C . . . | . . . . |G . C . | Over on the corner, there’s a happy noise. People come from all a-round to watch the magic boys
F . C . |G . C Chorus: Down on the corner, out in the street
. |F . C . |G . C . | Willy and the Poorboys are playin’. Bring a nickel, tap your feet.
F . C . |G . C Down on the corner, out in the street
. |F . C . |G . C\ G\ |C\ Willy and the Poorboys are playin’. Bring a nickel, tap your feet.
San Jose Ukulele Club (v3 - 4/2/16)
Michael Row The Boat Ashore
Michael Crow the boat ashore, hal-le-
Flu-
Cjah.
Michael Emrow the boat a
Dmshore, hal-le-
Clu-
G7u-
Cjah.
Sister Chelped to trim the sail, hal-le-
Flu-
Cjah.
Sister Emhelped to trim the
Dmsail, hal-le-
Clu-
G7u-
Cjah.
Michael Crow the boat ashore, hal-le-
Flu-
Cjah.
Michael Emrow the boat a
Dmshore, hal-le-
Clu-
G7u-
Cjah.
The river CJordan is chilly and cold, hal-le-
Flu-
Cjah.
Chills the Embody, but not the
Dmsoul, hal-le-
Clu-
G7u-
Cjah.
Michael Crow the boat ashore, hal-le-
Flu-
Cjah.
Michael Emrow the boat a
Dmshore, hal-le-
Clu-
G7u-
Cjah.
Jordan's Criver is deep and wide, hal-le-
Flu-
Cjah.
I've got a Emhome on the other
Dmside, hal-le-
Clu-
G7u-
Cjah.
Michael Crow the boat ashore, hal-le-
Flu-
Cjah.
Michael Emrow the boat a
Dmshore, hal-le-
Clu-
G7u-
Cjah.
Michael's Cboat is a music boat, hal-le-
Flu-
Cjah.
Michael's Emboat is a music
Dmboat, hal-le-
Clu-
G7u-
Cjah.
Michael Crow the boat ashore, hal-le-
Flu-
Cjah.
Michael Emrow the boat a
Dmshore, hal-le-
Clu-
G7u-
Cjah.
Everybody Eats When They Come to My House recording by Cab Calloway
(SECTION I) (C) Have a banana, (G7) Hannah (C) Try the salami, (G7) Tommy (C) Get with the (C7) gravy, (2323) Davy (C) Everybody (A7) eats when they (D7) come to (G7) my (C) house
(I) Try a tomato, Plato Here's cacciatore, Dory Taste the bologna, Tony Everybody eats when they come to my house
(SECTION II) (F) I fix your favorite (Ab)h(1323) dishes (C) Hopin' this good food (A7) fills ya Work my (D7) hands to the bone in the kitchen alone (G7) You better eat if it kills ya
(I) Pass me a pancake, Mandrake Have an hors d'oeuvres, Irving Look in the fendel, Mendel Everybody eats when they come to my house
(SOLO LINE – chords may vary) Hannah, Davy, Tommy, Dora, Mandrake
(D7) Everybody eats when they (G7) come to my (C) house
(I) Pastafazoola, Tallulah Oh, do have a bagel, Vagel Now don't be so bashful, Nashville Everybody eats when they come to my house
(I) Hey, this is a party, Marty Well, you get the cherry, Jerry Now look, don't be so picky, Mickey Cause everybody eats when they come to my house
(II) All of my friends are welcome Don't make me coax you, moax you Eat the tables, the chairs, the napkins, who cares? You gotta eat if it chokes ya (I) Oh, do have a knish, Nisha Pass him the latke, Matke Chili con carne for Barney Everybody eats when they come to my house
(SOLO LINE) Face, Buster, share, chops, fump
Everybody eats when they come to my house
Jolene Page 1 of 2
Jolene (Dolly Parton)
Intro (Last line of Chorus): C Dm
Chorus:
Dm F C Dm
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
C Dm
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man
Dm F C Dm
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
C Dm
Please don't take him just because you can
Dm F
Your beauty is beyond compare
C Dm
With flaming locks of auburn hair
C Dm
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Dm F
Your smile is like a breath of Spring
C Dm
Your voice is soft like Summer rain
C Dm
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene
Chorus
Dm F
He talks about you in his sleep
C Dm
And there's nothing I can do to keep
C Dm
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene
Jolene Page 2 of 2
Dm F
But I can easily understand
C Dm
How you could easily take my man
C Dm
But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene
Chorus
Dm F
You could have your choice of men
C Dm
But I could never love again
C Dm
He's the only one for me, Jolene
Dm F
I had to have this talk with you
C Dm
My happiness depends on you
C Dm
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene
Chorus
Ending
Dm F C Dm
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
ANNIE'S SONG-John Denver 3/4 123 123 12 (without intro)
Intro: | | | | | | | | |
You fill up my sens - es like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in spring-time like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the de - sert like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my sens - es come fill me a-gain
Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laugh - ter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down be-side you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me a-gain
p.2. Annie's Song Instrumental- 2 1/2 lines of verse
Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you, come love me a-gain Repeat first verse, end on Bb.
Hard Hearted Hannah recording by Cliff Edwards (C) In old Savannah, I said (A7) Savannah, (D7) The weather there is nice and warm! The (G7) climate’s of the Southern brand, But (C) here's (A7) one thing (D7) I can't under (G7) stand, (C) They got a gal there, a pretty (A7) gal there, Who's colder than an Arctic storm, She’s (G7)got a heart just like a stone, Even (D7) ice men let her (G7) alone! (C) They call her Hard Hearted Hannah, The vamp of Sa (A7) vannah, The (D7)meanest gal in town, (G7) Leather is tough, but Hannah's heart is tougher, She's a (D7) gal who (G7) loves to see them suffer! (C) To tease 'em, and thrill 'em, to torture and kill 'em, (F) That’s her delight, (E7) they say, (C) An evening spent with Hannah sitting on your knees Is like (D7) travelling through Alaska in your (G7) BVDs (C) Hard Hearted Hannah, the (A7)vamp of Savannah, the (D7) vamp of Savannah, G (C) A! break They call her Hard Hearted Hannah, The vamp of Savannah, The coldest gal in town, Talk of your cold, refrigeratin’ mamas Brother, she’s the polar bear’s pajamas To tease 'em, and thrill 'em, to torture and kill 'em, That’s her delight, they say, Why, she’s so cold you’d even get pneumonia from her breath She kissed an Eskimo and the fool froze to death. Hard Hearted Hannah, the vamp of Savannah, the vamp of Savannah, GA! break
Mr. Bojangles by Jerry Jeff Walker
3/4 time C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . |C/g . . |F . . | . . . |G . . | . . I knew a man Bo--- jangles and he danced for you, in worn out shoes.
. |C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . |C/g . . |F . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants, The o---- old soft shoe
F . . | . . . |C . . |E7 . . |Am . . |C6 . . | He jumped so----- high----- jumped so high--------
D7 . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | . . . | . . . | Then he light-ly touched down.
Chorus: Am . . | . . . |G . . | . . . |Am . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | Mister Bo------ jan-gles, Mister Bo------ jan-gles,
Am . . | . . . |G . . | . . . |C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . |G . Mister Bo------ jan-gles, dance--------
. |C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . |C/g . . |F . . | . . . |G . . | . . I met him in a cell in New Or-leans, I was do-own and out.
. |C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . C/g . . |F . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | He looked to me to be----------- the eyes of age as he spo-oke right out.
F . . | . . . |C . . |E7 . . |Am . . |C6 . . | He talked o-of life------- talked of life----------
D7 . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | . . . | . . laughed, slapped his leg a step. . |C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . | C/g . . |F . . | . . . |G . . | . . He said his name, Bo-jangles, then he danced a lick, a--- cro-oss the cell--------
. |C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . |C/g . . |F . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | He grabbed his pants, a better stance, oh he jumped up high, He clicked his heels-----
F . . | . . . |C . . |E7 . . |Am . . |C6 . . | He let go a laugh, let go a laugh-----
D7 . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | . . . | . . . | Shook back his clothes all a-round.
Chorus: Am . . | . . . |G . . | . . . |Am . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | Mister Bo------ jan-gles, Mister Bo------ jan-gles,
Am . . | . . . |G . . | . . . |C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . |G . Mister Bo------ jan-gles, dance--------
. |C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . |C/g . . |F . . | . . . |G . . | . . He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs Through-out the south------
. |C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . |C/g . . |F . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he trav-eled a-- bout-----
F . . | . . . | C . . |E7 . . |Am . . |C6 . . | His dog up and died----- he up and died-----
D7 . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | . . . | . . After twenty years he still grieves-----
. |C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . |C/g . . |F . . | . . . |G . . | . . He said, "I dance now at every chance in honky tonks For drinks and tips--------
. |C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . |C/g . . |F . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | But most the time I spend be-hind these county bars, 'cause I drinks a bit-------- "
F . . | . . . |C . . |E7 . . |Am . . |C6 . . | He shook his head----- and as he shook his----- head--------- D7 . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | . . . | . . . | I heard someone a----ask please-------, Please------------ ease--------
Chorus: Am . . | . . . |G . . | . . . |Am . . | . . . |G . . | . . . | Mister Bo------ jan-gles, Mister Bo------ jan-gles,
Am . . | . . . |G . . | . . . |C . . |Cmaj7 . . |C6 . . |G7 . . |C\ Mister Bo------ jan-gles, dance--------
San Jose Ukulele Club (v3 - 11/6/16)
Puff, The Magic DragonLeonard Lipton and Peter Yarrow, 1963
CPuff, the magic
Emdragon
Flived by the
Csea
And Ffrolicked in the
Cautumn
Ammist in a
Dland called Hona
Glee
CLittle Jackie
EmPaper
Floved that rascal
CPuff
And Fbrought him strings and
Csealing
Amwax
And Dother
Gfancy
Cstuff.
G7Oh!
CPuff the magic
Emdragon
Flived by the
Csea
And Ffrolicked in the
Cautumn
Ammist in a
Dland called Hona
Glee
CPuff the magic
Emdragon
Flived by the
Csea
And Ffrolicked in the
Cautumn
Ammist
In a Dland called
GHona
Clee
G
ToCgether they would
Emtravel on a
Fboat with billowed
Csail
FJackie kept a
Clookout
Amperched on
DPuff's gigantic
Gtail
CNoble kings and
Emprinces would
Fbow whene'er they
Ccame
FPirate ships would
Clower their
Amflags when
DPuff roared
Gout his
Cname.
G7Oh!
CPuff the magic
Emdragon
Flived by the
Csea
And Ffrolicked in the
Cautumn
Ammist in a
Dland called Hona
Glee
CPuff the magic
Emdragon
Flived by the
Csea
And Ffrolicked in the
Cautumn
Ammist
In a Dland called
GHona
Clee
G
A Cdragon lives for
Emever but
Fnot so little
Cboys
FPainted wings and
Cgiant's
Amrings make
Dway for other
Gtoys
COne grey day it
Emhappened Jackie
FPaper came no
Cmore
And FPuff that mighty
Cdragon
Amhe
Dceased his
Gfearless
Croar
G7
His Chead was bent in
Emsorrow
Fgreen scales fell like
Crain
FPuff no longer
Cwent to
Amplay a
Dlong the cherry
Glane
WithCout his lifelong
Emfriend
FPuff could not be
Cbrave
So FPuff that mighty
Cdragon
Amsadly
Dslipped in
Gto his
Ccave.
G7Oh!
CPuff the magic
Emdragon
Flived by the
Csea
And Ffrolicked in the
Cautumn
Ammist in a
Dland called Hona
Glee
CPuff the magic
Emdragon
Flived by the
Csea
And Ffrolicked in the
Cautumn
Ammist
In a Dland called
GHona
Clee
G
CMany summers
Emlater as
FPuff walked 'long the
Cstrand
FHe looked down and
Csaw some
Amlittle
D7footprints in the
G7sand
A Cvoice said, "Mister
EmDragon,
Fplease don't be so
Csad.
My Fname is Jenny
CPaper,
AmI was
D7sent here
G7by my
CDad.
G7Oh!
CPuff the magic
Emdragon
Flived by the
Csea
And Ffrolicked in the
Cautumn
Ammist in a
Dland called Hona
Glee
CPuff the magic
Emdragon
Flived by the
Csea
And Ffrolicked in the
Cautumn
Ammist
In a Dland called
GHona
Clee
G
Sloop John B – Brian Wilson (orig. by Richard Le Gallienne, 1917)
Key: G; Publ key: Ab Tuning: GCEA; bpm: 126 Strum: d du udu
Intro: G . . . | . . . Verse 1 . |G . . Gsus4 |G . . . | . . . Gsus4 |G . . We come on the Sloop John B. My grand-fa--ther and me . | . . . . | . . . |D . . Dsus2 |D . A- round Nas-sau town, we did roam . . |G . . . | . . . . |C . . . |Am7 . Drinking all night, got in- to a fight . . |G . . . |D . . . |G . . Gsus4 |G . . Well I feel so broke-up, I wan-na go home Chorus . | . . . Gsus4 |G . . . | So hoist up the John B sail, . . . Gsus4 |G . . . | See how the main sail sets. . . . . | . . . . |D . . Dsus2 |D . Call for the Cap-tain a- shore Let me go home . . |G . . . | . . . . |C . . . |Am7 . . Let me go home I wan-na go home ah yeah, yeah . |G . . . |D . . . |G . . Gsus4 |G . . Well I feel so broke-up, I wan-na go home Verse 2 . | . . Gsus4 |G . . . | . . . Gsus4 |G . . The first mate he got drunk, he broke in the Cap-tain’s trunk . | . . . . | . . . . |D . . Dsus2 |D . The con-sta-ble had to come and take him a- way . . |G . . . | . . . |C . . . |Am7 . . Sheriff John Stone, why don’t you leave me a- lone, a yeah yeah? . |G . . . |D . . . |G . . Gsus4 |G . . Well I feel so broke-up, I wan-na go home Chorus . | . . . Gsus4 |G . . . | So hoist up the John B sail, ( hoist up the John B ) G . . Gsus4 |G . . . | See how the main sail sets. ( See how the main sail )
G8D~Ch
. . . . | . . . . |D . . Dsus2 | Call for the Cap-tain a-shore, Let me go home ( Let me go ) D . . . |G . . . | . I wan-na go home Why (home, Let me go home ) . . . |C . . . |Am7 . . . don’t you let me go home? hoist up the John B ( Hoist up the john B sail ) |G . . . |D . . . |G . . Gsus4 |G . . Feel so broke-up, I wan-na go home ( Let me go home ) Verse 3 . | . . . Gsus4 |G . . . | . . . Gsus4 |G . . The poor cook he caught the fits, he threw away all my grits . | . . . . | . . . . |D . . Dsus2 |D . And then he took and he ate up all of my corn . . |G . . . | . . . |C . . . |Am7 . . Let me go home Why don’t they let me go home . |G . . . |D . . . |G . . Gsus4 |G . . This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on Chorus . | . . . Gsus4 |G . . . | So hoist up the John B sail, ( hoist up the John B ) G . . Gsus4 |G . . . | See how the main sail sets. ( See how the main sail ) . . . . | . . . . |D . . Dsus2 | Call for the Cap-tain a-shore, Let me go home ( Let me go ) D . . . |G . . . | . I wan-na go home Why (home, Let me go home ) . . . |C . . . |Am7 . . . don’t you let me go home? hoist up the John B ( Hoist up the john B sail ) |G . . . |D . . . |G . . Gsus4 |G\ Feel so broke-up, I wan-na go home ( Let me go home )
Wayne Flournoy V5 2017 0928
Tales of Brave Ulysses Cream
Hear this song at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8hLc_nqx8g (play along in this key)
From: Richard G’s Ukulele Songbook www.scorpex.net/Uke
Intro: [D] [D7] [G] [Gm] [D] [D7] [G] [Gm]
You [D] thought the leaden [D7] winter
Would [G] bring you down for[Gm]ever
But you [D] rode upon a [D7] steamer
To the [G] violence of the [Gm] sun [D] [D7] [G] [Gm]
And the [D] colours of the [D7] sea
Blind your [G] eyes with trembling [Gm] mermaids
And you [D] touch the distant [D7] beaches
With [G] tales of brave Ul[Gm]ysses
How his [D] naked ears were [D7] tortured
By the [G] sirens sweetly [Gm] singing
For the [D] sparkling waves are [D7] calling you
To [G] kiss their white lace [Gm] legs [A] [D] [C] [A] [D] [C]
And you [D] see your girl's brown [D7] body
[G] Dancing through the [Gm] turquoise
And her [D] footprints make you [D7] follow
Where the [G] sky loves the [Gm] sea
And [D] when your fingers [D7] find her she [G] drowns you in her [Gm] body
[D] Carving deep blue [D7] ripples
In the [G] tissues of your [Gm] mind [A] [D] [C] [A] [D] [C]
And [D] tiny purple [D7] fishes run [G] laughing through your [Gm] fingers
And you [D] want to take her [D7] with you
To the [G] hardland of the [Gm] winter [D] [D7] [G] [Gm] [D] [D7] [G] [Gm]
Her [D] name is Aphro[D]dite and she [G] rides a crimson [Gm] shell
And you [D] know you cannot [D7] leave her
For you [G] touched the distant [Gm] sands
With [D] tales of brave Ul[D7]ysses
How his [G] naked ears were [Gm] tortured
By the [D] sirens sweetly [D7] singing [G] [Gm] [D] [D7] [G] [Gm]
And [D] tiny purple [D7] fishes run [G] laughing through your [Gm] fingers
And you [D] want to take her [D7] with you
To the [G] hardland of the [Gm] winter [D] [D7] [G] [Gm] [D] [D7] [G] [Gm] [D]
There've been many songs written about the eternal triangleThis next one tells the story of a Mr Grayson, a beautiful womanAnd a condemned man named Tom Dooley...When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley... must hang...
Chorus[F] Hang down your head, Tom DooleyHang down your head and [C7] cryHang down your head, Tom DooleyPoor boy, you're bound to [F] die
[F] I met her on the mountainThere I took her [C7] lifeMet her on the mountainStabbed her with my [F] knife
Chorus
[F] This time tomorrowReckon where I'll [C7] beHadn't a-been for GraysonI'd a-been in Tennes[F]see
Chorus
[F] This time tomorrowReckon where I'll [C7] beDown in some lonesome valleyHangin' from a white oak [F] tree
Chorus
Outro[F] Hang down your head, Tom DooleyHang down your head and [C7] cryHang down your head, Tom DooleyPoor boy, you're bound to [F] die[C7] Poor boy, you're bound to [F] die[C7] Poor boy you're bound to [F] die[C7] Poor boy, you're bound to [F] die...
Tom Dooley - The Kingston Trio
Billboard #1 1958
Waltzing Matilda - Jimmie Rodgers [C] Once a jolly [G] swagman [Am] camped by a [F] billabong [C] Under the [Am] shade of a [F] coolibah [G7] tree And he [C] sang as he [E7] watched and [Am] waited till his [F] billy boiled [C] You'll come a-[Am] Waltzing Ma[G7]tilda with [C] me [C] Waltzing Matilda, [F] Waltzing Matilda [C] You'll come a-[Am] Waltzing Ma[F] tilda with [G7]me And he [C] sang as he [E7] watched and [Am] waited till his [F] billy boiled [C] You'll come a-[Am] Waltzing Ma[G7]tilda with [C] me
[C] Down came a [G] jumbuck to [Am] drink at the [F] billabong [C] Up got the [Am] swagman and [F] grabbed him with [G7] glee And he [C] sang as he [E7] stowed that [Am] jumbuck in his [F] tucker-bag [C] You'll come a-[Am] Waltzing Ma[G7]tilda with [C] me [C] Waltzing Matilda, [F] Waltzing Matilda [C] You'll come a-[Am] Waltzing Ma[F] tilda with [G7]me And he [C] sang as he [G7] stowed that [Am] jumbuck in his [F] tucker-bag [C] You'll come a-[Am] Waltzing Ma[G7]tilda with [C] me [C] Down came the [G] squatter [Am] mounted on his [F] thoroughbred [C] Up came the [Am] troopers [F] One Two [G7] Three [C] Who's the jolly[E7] jumbuck [Am] you've got in your [F] tucker-bag? [C] You'll come a-[Am] Waltzing Ma[G7]tilda with [C] me [C] Waltzing Matilda, [F] Waltzing Matilda [C] You'll come a-[Am] Waltzing Ma[F] tilda with [G7]me [C] Who's the jolly [E7] jumbuck [Am] you've got in your [F] tucker-bag? [C] You'll come a-[Am] Waltzing Ma[G7]tilda with [C] me. [C] Up got the [G] swagman and [Am] jumped into the [F] billabong [C] You'll never [Am] catch me [F] alive said [G7] he And his [C] ghost may be [E7] heard as [Am] you pass by that [F] billabong [C] You'll come a-[Am] Waltzing Ma[G7]tilda with [C] me [C] Waltzing Matilda, [F] Waltzing Matilda [C] You'll come a-[Am] Waltzing Ma[F] tilda with [G7]me And his [C] ghost may be [E7] heard as [Am] you pass by that [F] billabong [C] You'll come a-[Am] Waltzing Ma[G7]tilda with [C] me Billboard #41 1960
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AMAZING GRACE-G-FANCY 3/4 123 12
A - mazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me. 3 3
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind but now I see. 2 1
Waterloo by Benny Andersson and Bjorn Ulvaeus
Intro: D . . . | . . . . | . . . . | . . . . | D . . . |E7 . . . | A . G . | A . . My, my, at Wa-ter-loo Na-po-leon did sur-ren-der . | D . . . |E7 . . . | A . G . | D . A . | Bm . . . Oh yeah, and I have met my des-ti-ny in quite a simi-lar way . | . . . . | . . . . | E7 . . . | A . G . | D . A . | The histor-y book on the shelf is always re-peating it-self D . . . | . . . . | G . . . | . . . . | Chorus: Water-loo I was de-feated, you won the war, A . . . | . . . . | D . . . | A‘ .‘ .‘ .‘ | Water-loo promise to love you for-ever more. D . . . | . . . . | G . . . | . . . . | Water-loo couldn’t es-cape if I wanted to, A . . . | . . . . | D . . . | . . . . | Water-loo knowing my fate is to be with you, Wo wo wo wo A . . . | . . . . | D . . . | . . . . | . . . . | . . . Water-loo final-ly facing my Water-loo . | D . . . | E7 . . . | A . G . | A . . My my I tried to hold you back but you were strong-er . | D . . . | E7 . . . | A . G . | D . A . | Bm . . Oh yeah and now it seems my on-ly chance is giv-ing up the fight . | . . . . | . . . . | E7 . . . | A . G . | D . A . | And how could I ever re- fuse I feel like I win when I loo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose. D . . . | . . . . | G . . . | . . . . | Chorus: Water-loo I was de-feated, you won the war, A . . . | . . . . | D . . . | A‘ .‘ .‘ .‘ | Water-loo promise to love you for-ever more. D . . . | . . . . | G . . . | . . . . | Water-loo couldn’t es-cape if I wanted to, A . . . | . . . . | D . . . | . . . . | Water-loo knowing my fate is to be with you, Wo wo wo wo A . . . | . . . . | D . . . | . . . Water-loo final-ly facing my Water-loo
. | Bm . . . | . . . . | E7 . . . | A\ G\ D\ A\ | So how could I ever re- fuse I feel like I win when I loo-oo-oo-oose. D . . . | . . . . | G . . . | . . . . | Chorus: Water-loo couldn’t es-cape if I wanted to, A . . . | . . . . | D . . . | . . . . | Water-loo knowing my fate is to be with you, Wo wo wo wo A . . . | . . . . | D . . . | . . . . | Water-loo final-ly facing my Water-loo O-o oo oo A . . . | . . . . | D . . . | . . . . | Water-loo knowing my fate is to be with you, Wo wo wo wo A . . . | . . . . | D . . . | . . D\ Water-loo final-ly facing my Water-loo
San Jose Ukulele Club
Sweet PeaAmos Lee
Intro: C
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Am
D7
C
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C
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CSweet pea,
E7Apple of my eye
AmDon't know when and I
D7don't know why
CYou're the only
Amreason
FI keep on
G7coming
Chome
Am F G7
CSweet pea,
E7What's all this about
AmDon't get your way all you
D7do is fuss and pout
CYou're the only
Amreason
FI keep on
Gcoming
Chome
Am F G7
I'm like the E7Rock of Gibraltar
I always seem to falter
And the Amwords just get in the way
Oh, I D7know I'm gonna crumble
I'm trying to stay humble
But I Gnever think before I say
G7+5
C E7 Am D7 C Am F G7 C Am F G7
CSweet pea,
E7Keeper of my soul
AmI know sometimes I'm
D7out of control
CYou're the only
Amreason
FI keep on
G7comin'
CYou're the only
Amreason
FI keep on
G7coming, yeah
CYou're the only
Amreason
FI keep on
G7coming
Chome
Am F G7 C