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Kingston Trio
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Ah, Woe, Ah, Me
capo on 5th and play verse D-G-A-D and chours A-D-A-D
In Trinidad
there was a family with much confusion, as you will
see
There was a mama and a papa and a son who was young,T
who wanted to marry, have
a wife of his own
"You cannot marry that girl. I got to say 'No.'
That girl is your sister but
your mama don't know!"
R.:
Ah, woe, ah, me. Shame and scandal in the family. (Repeat)
So he found a young girl who suited him
nice. He went to his papa to ask his advice
His papa said, "Son, I got to say 'No.' That girl
is your sister but your mama don't know!"
R.
As the weeks went by, the boy looked around.
Soon the best cook on the island he found
He went to his papa to name the day. His papa looked
at him and at him he did say,
"You cannot marry that girl. I gotta say, 'No.'
That girl is your sister, but your mama don't know!"
R.
So the years went by and he wished he
was dead. He had seventeen girls and
still wasn't wed
When he'd ask his papa, papa would always say, "No!
That girl is your sister
but your mama don't know!"
R.
So he went to his mama and he bowed his
head. Told his mama what his papa had
said
His mama said, "Son, go, man, go! Your papa ain't
your papa but your papa don't
know!"
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G C D G
G C D
G
G C [Mute]
R.:
D G D G
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January Summer
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January summer
Everything is number
Than it's ever, ever been before
They say that I can't be this lonely
Everyone has told me
You'll come back, I'll find you at my door
But I've grown a little older
And my heart's a little colder
And I can't believe you love me anymore
I'll just stop looking for a reason
My sanctuary season
Turn me cold and burn that makes me hard
I wasn't seeing things that clearly
Just to think you nearly
Crushed me like some old forget-me-not
But I've grown ...
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Bm Em C Bm
x2
Em C Bm Em
C Bm Dsus2
Am
Em C Bm Em
C Bm Dsus2
Am D
G C
G Em Am
Am/D Am B7
Em C Bm
Em C Bm
Dsus2 Am
Em C Bm Em
C Bm Dsus2
Am D
G C ...
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January summer
Everything is number
Than it's ever, ever been before
I get so I can't tell a Sunday
From a Thursday or a Monday
Or if I'm on the ceiling or the floor
But I've grown ...
It's like a January summer
January summer x4
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Bm Em C Bm
x2
Em C Bm Em
C Bm Dsus2
Am
Em C Bm
Em C Bm Dsus2
Am D
G C ...
Em C Bm x5
Bm Em C Bm Em |
El Matador
| Am G Am
Aye, Toreo, she's here, aye matador
G Am
I feel her eyes; they are wide with excitement and fear
G Am
I feel her heart for it cries when the horns are too
near
G C
I will be bold; brave and swift will I be
Am G F E
I will be numero uno, torero fino; she'll dream tonight
of me
Chorus
Am G F E
Ole, ole, ole, Pasa. Viva el matador
Am G F E Am
Ole, ole, ole, Venga. Viva el matador |
Am G Am
Aye, Toreo, she's here, aye matador
G Am
I see her smile and I see there the reason she came
G Am
Toro, come closer, come here and I'll whisper her name
G C
You may be brave and as bold as your black
Am G F E
But I will be numero uno, torero fino; Toro come back
Chorus
Am G F E
Ole, ole, ole, Pasa. Viva el matador
Am G F E Am
Ole, ole, ole, Venga. Viva el matador
Toro aqui, closer, closer, closer |
The Ballad Of The Shape Of Things
1 * 4 * * * 57 *
Com-pletely round is the perfect pearl, the oyster manu-factures
1 * 4 * * * 57 *
Com-pletely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound
fractures
4 * 1 * 4 * 1 *
Com-pletely round is the golden fruit that hangs in the orange
tree
1 57 1 57
Yes, the circle shape is quite re-nowned
1 57 1 57
And sad to say, it can be found
1 4 57 1
In the dirty, low-down run-a-round
1 4 1 57 1 57 1 *
My true love gave to me - ee, yes, my true love gave to me
Completely square is the velvet box, he said my ring would
be in
Completely square is the envelope, he wrote farewell to me
in
Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly
As it dries my eyes of the tears I've shed
And blows my nose 'til it turns bright red
For a perfect square is my true love's head
He will not marry me; no he will not marry me
Rectangular is the hotel door my true love tried to sneak
through
Rectangular is the transom hole which I had to peek through
Rectangular is the hotel room I entered angrily
Now, rectangular is the wooden box
Where lies my love 'neath the grazing flocks
They say he died of the chickenpox
In part I must agree; one chick too many had he
Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to hide my sorrow
Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow
Triangular the relationship that now has ceased to be
And the self-same shape is a garment thin
That fastens on with a safety pin
To a prize I had no wish to win
It's a lasting memory: that my true love gave to me
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