C C C I am just a poor boy. Am Though my story's seldom told, G I have squandered my resistance G7 For a pocket full of mumbles, C Such are promises Am All lies and jest G F Still, a man hears what he wants to hear C G F-Em=Dm C And disregards the rest. When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station, Running scared, Laying low, Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go, Looking for the places F - Em = Dm C Only they would know. 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. Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job, But I get no offers, Just a come-on from the whores On Seventh Avenue I do declare, There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. Lie la lie ... 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, C Em Am G C Leading me, going home. In the clearing stands a boxer, And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of 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. Lie la lie ...
D G D ¦: Celia, you're breaking my heart, G D A You're shaking my confidence daily. G D G D Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees, G D A I'm begging you please to come home.:¦ D Ho-ho-home. D G D Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia G - D A - D Up in my bedroom (making love), G I got up to wash my face D When I come back to bed, A D Someone's taken my place. Celia, 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. Come on home. Poh poh poh... ¦: Jubilation, She loves me again, I fall on the floor and I'm laughing.:¦ Oh oh oh ...
Am | C I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail. Yes I would. C - If I could, C= C/H Am I surely would. C I'd rather be a hammer than a nail. C Yes I would. C - If I only could, C= C/H Am I surely would. F Away, I'd rather sail away C Like a swan that's here and gone. F A man gets tied up to the ground, C He gives the world C - Its saddest sound. C = C/H Am Its saddest sound. I'd rather be a forest than a street. Yes I would. If I could, I surely would. I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet. Yes I would. If I only could, I surely would.
E D7 G Em And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, G Em C-C/H C/A- Jesus loves you more than you will know C/G D7-D7/C Hm7- Wo wo wo. D7/A G Em God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson, G Em C-C/H C/A- Heaven holds a place for those who pray C/G Am E Hey hey hey, hey hey hey. E7 We'd like to know A little bit about you For our files. A7 We'd like to help you learn To help yourself. D7 G Look around you. All you see C - C/H Am Are sympathetic eyes. E Stroll around the grounds D7 Until you feel at home. And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know Wo wo wo. God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey, hey hey hey. Hide it in a hiding place Where no one ever goes. Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes. It's a little secret, Just the Robinsons' affair. Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids. Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know Wo wo wo. God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey, hey hey hey. Sitting on a sofa On a Sunday afternoon, Going to the candidates' debate, Laugh about it, Shout about it, When you've got to choose, Every way you look at it you lose. Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you Ooo ooo ooo. What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson? Joltin' Joe has left and gone away Hey hey hey, hey hey hey.
C C/H "Let us be lovers, Am C/G F We'll marry our fortunes together C C/H I've got some real estate Am Here in my bag." Em7 A7 So we bought a pack of cigarettes, Em7 A7 And Mrs. Wagner's pies, D C And we walked off G C C/H Am Am/G F To look for Ame___rica. C C/H "Kathy", I said, Am C/G F As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, C C/H Am Am7 "Michigan seems like a dream to me now. G It took me four days To hitchhike from Saginaw. D G D Cmaj C I've come to look for Ame____rica." Bbmaj Bb Laughing on the bus, C Playing games with the faces, Bbmaj She said the man in the gabardine suit C Was a spy. F I said, "Be careful, Fmaj C C/H C/A Am6 Fmaj His bow tie is really a camera." C C/H "Toss me a cigarette, Am C/G F I think there's one in my raincoat." C C/H "We smoked the last one Am Em7 An hour ago." A7 So I looked at the scenery, She read her magazine; D C G C C/H Am C/G F And the moon rose over an o___pen field. C C/H Am "Kathy, I'm lost", I said, C/G F Fmaj Dm7 F Though I knew she was sleeping. C C/H "I'm empty and aching and Am I don't know why." F Counting the cars On the New Jersey Turnpike. D G They've all come D Cmaj C To look for Ame____rica, D G D Cmaj C All come to look for Ame____rica, D G D Cmaj C All come to look for Ame____rica.
G Hm7 Through the corridors of sleep C/H G Past the shadows dark and deep Hm C/H G G4 - My mind dances and leaps in confusion. G G Hm7 I don't know what is real, C/H G I can't touch what I feel Hm C/H G And I hide behind the shield of illusion. D C G Em So I'll continue to continue to pretend Am7 Em My life will never end, A C And Flowers Never Bend G With The Rainfall. The mirror on my wall Casts an image dark and small But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection. I am blinded by the light Of God and truth and right And I wander in the night without direction. So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end, And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall. It's no matter if you born To play the King or pawn For the line is thinly drawn 'tweeen joy and sorrow, So my fantasy Becomes reality, And I must be that I must be and face tomorrow. So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end, And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.
C - G D It's a still life water color, C - G D Of a now late afternoon, C - G D As the sun shines through the curtained lace G G6 Gmaj G6 And shadows wash the room. Em And we sit and drink our coffee F Couched in our indifference, E Like shells upon the shore D You can hear the ocean roar Am G C In The Dangling Conversation G D C And the superficial sighs, G G6 Gmaj G6 The borders of our lives. And you read your Emily Dickinson, And I my Robert Frost, And we note our place with book markers That measure what we've lost. Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of rhythm, Couplets out of rhyme, In syncopated time And The Dangling Conversation And the superficial sighs, Are the borders of our lives. Yes, we speak of things that matter, With words that must be said, "Can analysis be worthwhile?" "Is the theater really dead?" And how the room is softly faded And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand, You're a stranger now unto me Lost in The Dangling Conversation And the superficial sighs, In the borders of our lives.
G C-G G C-G G C-G G C-G G C-G Ap___ril Come She Will Am Em Fmaj Em When streams are ripe and swelled with rain; C D G Em May, she will stay, Am Em Am Em G C-G G C-G Resting in my arms again. June, she'll change her tune, In restless walks she'll prowl the night; July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight. August, die she must, The autumn winds blow chilly and cold; September I'll remember. A love once new has now grown old.
D He was A Most Peculiar Man. Em That's what Mrs. Riordan said A7 and she should know; D She lived upstairs from him G A7 D She said he was A Most Peculiar Man. D He was A Most Peculiar Man. Em He lived all alone within a house, A7 D G Within a room, within himself, A7 D A Most Peculiar Man. D He had no friends, he seldom spoke Em And no one in turn ever spoke to him, 'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care A7 D And he wasn't like them. G A7 D Oh, no! he was A Most Peculiar Man. D He died last Saturday. Em He turned on the gas and he went to sleep With the windows closed so he'd never wake up To his silent world and his tiny room; And Mrs. Riordan says he has a brother somewhere A7 D Who should be notified soon. G - A7 And all the people said, D - Hm | "What a shame that he's dead, G A7 D But wasn't he A Most Peculiar Man?"
Dm C They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this all town, Dm A With political connections to spread his wealth around. G Born into society, a banker's only child, Dm - C F He had everything a man could want: A F power, grace and stile. F Dm But I work in his factory G And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, F Dm Oh I wish that I could be, G Oh I wish that I could be Dm Richard Cory. The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes: Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show. And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht! Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got. But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, Oh I wish that I could be, Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory. He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch, And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much, So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read: "Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head." But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, Oh I wish that I could be, Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory.