Soliloquy: accordi di
Gordon Macrae
Gordon Macrae

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

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