Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
Am
C
Slavin' away, all for you my love.
F
Am
And I've nothing to show for it,
F
Am
except my dusty old book full of pictures.
My dusty old book,
G
C
Tell me a story,
F
Am
about how I wasn't so tired
F
Am
from my slavin' away.
Interlude 1
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Verse 2
C
put on corduroy knickers that
I got from the coal shoveling kid,
F
and hitch-hiked in in a rickety old Ford,
Am
hitch-hiked in in a rattly
old Norton sidecar
"down strange roads
as the poet put it,
Am
on a cold day in the middle
of the fall.
And they picked me up
C
for not wearing a dress,
and suspended my sentence,
F
if I wore something with
a strap that was pink,
Am
and I scrubbed up good on
somebody's sink.
So now I'll catch the Canadian Pacific,
C
and not be too specific,
to somewhere up north,
F
and get into lumber and
slumber when I like,
Am
and in the spring ride down into Cheyenne on my bike.
Interlude 2
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Verse 3
Am
I looked out the window
F
Am
and I stuck my head out the door.
And the snow was melting so slow,
F
Am
and the sky was light but so grey.
Verse 4
and all for nothing, my love.
F
Cooking and washing in the morning,
Am
and starting at nine twenty-five
I I assembled six boxes of
little plastic Christmas trees
F
and put in the blue L.E.D.s
Am
on kid toy cell phones with
four batteries.
And then on to the sewing machine
to stick the labels on purple T-shirts,
F
and and the arms on pull-over jumpers,
jumpers,
Slavin' away,
all for you, my love,
F
and I've nothing to show for it.
Am
I've nothing to show for it.
Interlude 3
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Verse 5
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I could see her, look
D
ing in the mirror at me,
Bm
wondering if it wasn't plain for
A
F
everyone to see.
E
Nothing ever seemed to turn
Verse 6
F#
I could see her, doubting now that it
Bm
that anything she'd got was equal
A
F
what that she'd spent.
That she never seemed to get
E
A
back what that she'd lent.
Verse 7
Am
G#
Anyway they did have a son,
Am
and by that time he was married,
G#
and I played at his wedding too,
G#
G
I was choir director myself.
Bb
Rehearsals in the basement,
Verse 8
C
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C
twice a week,
Bb
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F
I demanded we be in peak condition.
Verse 9
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to be going quite well.
G
I got along well with the priest.
Outro 1
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