Soliloquy Akkorde von
Gordon Macrae
Gordon Macrae

N/A
Tonart: D major
Verse 1
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
I wonder what he'll think of me.
C
C
Bb
Bb
I guess he'll call me the old man.
F
F
I guess he'll think I can lick every
Bb
Bb
other fella's father.
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
Gbaug
Gbaug
Well, I can.
D
D
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
I bet that he'll turn out to be the
Bb
Bb
spittin' of his dad,
but he'll have more common sense
F
F
than his puddin' -headed
Bb
Bb
F
F
Bb
Bb
father ever had.
Eb
Eb
I'll teach him to wrestle and
dive through a wave
C
C
when we go in the mornings for our swim.
F
F
His mother can teach him the way to behave,
but she won't make
Eb
Eb
Gaug
Gaug
a sissy out of him.
Eb
Eb
Not him.
C
C
Fm
Fm
Not my boy.
F
F
Bb
Bb
Gb
Gb
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
Not Bill. Bill. My boy Bill,
Fm
Fm
F
F
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
I will see that he's named af ter me. I will. My boy Bill,
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
he'll be tall and as tough as a tree.
F
F
Eb
Eb
Well, Bill, like a tree he'll grow
with his head held high
C
C
an d his feet planted firm on the ground.
Eb
Eb
Bb
Bb
And you won't see nobody dare
Eb
Eb
Bb
Bb
to try to boss him
or toss him around.
Db
Db
Eb
Eb
F
F
Bb
Bb
No pot -bellied, baggy -eyed bully
Eb
Eb
will boss him around.
I don't give a hang what he does,
as long as he does what he likes.
He can sit on his tail
or work on a rail
with a hammer, a hammer
Gb
Gb
and spikes.
He can ferry a boat on a river
or pedal a pack on his back.
Bb
Bb
Or work up and down
Eb
Eb
the streets of a town
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
with a whip and a horse and a hack.
Gb
Gb
F
F
He can haul a scowl along a canal,
Gb
Gb
F
F
run a cow around a corral,
Dm
Dm
Db
Db
F
F
or maybe bark for a carousel.
Bb
Bb
Of course,
Dm
Dm
Bb
Bb
it takes talent to do that well.
Eb
Eb
He might be a champ of the heavyweights,
or a fellow that sells you glue,
C
C
F
F
or president of the United States.
Fm
Fm
F
F
Eb
Eb
that it'd be all right too.
Bb
Bb
His mother would like that,
but he wouldn't be president
Eb
Eb
unless he wanted to be.
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
Not Bill. My boy Bill,
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
he'll be tall and as tough as a tree.
F
F
Eb
Eb
Well, Bill, like a tree he'll grow
with his head held high
C
C
an d his feet planted firm on the ground.
Db
Db
Bb
Bb
And you won't see nobody
dare to try to boss him
or toss him around.
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
No fat -bottomed, flabby -faced, pot -bellied, draggy
Bb
Bb
Fm
Fm
F
F
-eyed bully will boss him around.
Fm
Fm
And I'm hanged if he'll
marry his boss's daughter,
a skinny -lipped lady with blood like water,
F
F
Gb
Gb
Who'd give him a peck and call it a kiss,
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
And look in his eyes through a lorgnette?
C
C
F
F
Db
Db
Gb
Gb
Say, why am I taking on like this?
Fm
Fm
Db
Db
F
F
Gb
Gb
My kid ain't even been born yet.
Db
Db
I can see him when
Bbm
Bbm
Db
Db
he's seventeen or so,
Bbm
Bbm
Db
Db
And starting in to go with a girl.
Bbm
Bbm
Db
Db
Bbm
Bbm
I can give him lots of pointers
Db
Db
Bbm
Bbm
Db
Db
B
B
very sound on the way to get
Em
Em
B
B
Bm
Bm
G
G
D
D
around any girl
Bm
Bm
B
B
C#
C#
I can tell him wait a minute
Eb
Eb
could it be what the what
Ebm
Ebm
Eb
Eb
F#
F#
B
B
Gb
Gb
F
F
if he is a girl
C
C
Bb
Bb
Bbm
Bbm
F
F
C
C
Bbm
Bbm
Oh, Bill. Bill.
F
F
C
C
What would I do with her?
Bbm
Bbm
Db
Db
C
C
Bbm
Bbm
What could I do for her?
C
C
Bb
Bb
Db
Db
A bum with no money.
C
C
Db
Db
Eb
Eb
You can have fun with a son
Bbm
Bbm
Eb
Eb
C
C
Eb
Eb
But you gotta be a father to a girl
C
C
Bb
Bb
She mightn't be so bad at that,
Db
Db
Bbm
Bbm
her kid with ribbons in her hair.
Eb
Eb
What kind of sweet and petite
Bbm
Bbm
little tintype of her mother
Eb
Eb
Ab
Ab
Db
Db
would offend my little girl?
Ebm
Ebm
Pink and white as peaches
Gb
Gb
Ab
Ab
Fm
Fm
and cream is she.
Db
Db
Gb
Gb
My little girl is half again
Db
Db
Bbm
Bbm
Eb
Eb
Ebm
Ebm
Gb
Gb
Db
Db
as bright as girls are meant to be.
Ab
Ab
Db
Db
Gb
Gb
Ab
Ab
Dozens of boys pursue her,
Db
Db
many a likely lead.
C
C
F
F
Bb
Bb
C
C
Does what he can to woo her ,
F
F
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
from her faithful dad.
Ab
Ab
Db
Db
F
F
Bbm
Bbm
She has a few pink and white
Db
Db
Ebm
Ebm
Gb
Gb
Ab
Ab
young fellers of two or three.
Fm
Fm
Db
Db
Fm
Fm
Ab
Ab
Bbm
Bbm
But my little girl get
Gb
Gb
Db
Db
s hungry every night,
Bbm
Bbm
Db
Db
Db
Db
C
C
B
B
and she comes home to me.
Bm
Bm
B
B
I gotta get ready before she comes.
Bbm
Bbm
Gb
Gb
I gotta make certain that she
D
D
Gb
Gb
Won't be dragged up in slums
D
D
Db
Db
With a lot of bums like me
Gb
Gb
She's gotta be sheltered
and fed and dressed
In the best that money can buy
B
B
Gb
Gb
I never knew how to get money
Db
Db
Bbm
Bbm
But I'll try, I'll try
Gb
Gb
Db
Db
Gb
Gb
B
B
I'll try, I'll go out and make it,
Gb
Gb
B
B
Gdim
Gdim
Db
Db
Gb
Gb
or steal it, or take it, or die!

Wie hat dir der Song gefallen?

Du musst dich , um eine Bewertung abzugeben.
TunerE A D G B E
Akkorde & SongtexteBb Gm C F Fm...