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Light and Day by The Polyphonic Spree

INTRO [TENDERLY]: D /// A /// G /// D /// G /// D /// G /// A /// (2X) PART I D A Light and day G D Is more than you'll say G D G 'Cuz all my feelings are more A D Than I can let by A Or not G D It’s more than you've got G D Just follow the day G A D [GET LOUD] Follow the day and reach for the sun /// A /// G /// D /// G /// D /// G A D Follow the day and reach for the sun PART II A You don't see me flying to the red G D One more you're done G D Just follow the seasons and find the time G A Reach for the bright side D A You don't see me flying to the red G D One more your nuts G D Just follow the day G A D Follow the day and reach for the sun! --------------- /// A /// G /// D /// | G D Follow the day After 2nd time – repeat this part G A D then stop cold Follow the day and reach for the sun! ---------------- [REPEAT PART II]

Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds

F Bb F Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky C7 F C7 Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same F Bb F There's a green one, and a pink one, and a blue one, and a yellow one C7 F And they're all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same F Bb F And the people in the houses, all went to the uni-versity C7 F C7 Where they were put in boxes, and they came out all the same F Bb F And there's doctors, and there's lawyers, and business ex-ecutives C7 F And they're all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same F Bb F And they all play on the golf course, and drink their mar-tinis dry C7 F C7 And they all have pretty children, and the children go to school F Bb F And the children go to summer camp, and then to the uni-versity C7 F Where they are put in boxes, and they come out all the same F Bb F And the boys go into business, and marry and raise a family C7 F C7 In boxes made of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same F Bb F There's a green one, and a pink one, and a blue one, and a yellow one C7 F And they're all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same

CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE By Queen

Intro:-Play D For four Bars and at end of fourth bar start singing D G C G This thing, called love, I just can’t handle it, D G C G This thing, called love, I must get round to it, D Bb C D [STOP] I ain’t ready, Crazy little thing called love. D This thing (This Thing) called love (Called Love) G C G It cries (Like a baby) in a cradle all night D It swings (Woo Woo) It jives (Woo Woo) G C G It shakes all over like a jelly fish, D I kinda like it Bb C D [STOP] Crazy little thing called love Chorus: G C G There goes my baby, she knows how to rock and roll. Bb E She drives me crazy, she gives me hot and cold fever, A [STOP] She leaves me in a cold, cold sweat Instrumental Break: E A ---5-4-3-----------222222--- -----------5-4-3---444444—-- -------------------444444-1- -------------------444444-2- [No chords – just snapping] I gotta be cool relax, get hip Get on my tracks Take a back seat, hitch-hike And take a long ride on my motor bike Until I'm ready (Ready Freddie) Crazy little thing called love D G C G This thing called love I just can't handle it D G C G This thing called love I must get round to it D I ain’t ready (Ready Freddie) Bb C D Crazy little thing called love (REPEAT A FEW TIMES)

AMERICAN PIE By Don McLean

1st Verse: G D Em A long, long time ago, Am C Em D I can still remember how that music used to make me smile G D Em And I knew if I had my chance, Am C Em C D that I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while Em Am Em Am But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver C G Am C D Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step G D Em Am7 D I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride, G D Em something touched me deep inside, C D7 G the day the music died Chorus: G C G D So bye, bye Miss American Pie G C G D Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry G C G D and them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Em A7 Em D7 Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die 2nd Verse: G Am Did you write the book of love C Am Em D and do you have faith in God above, if the Bible tells you so G D Em Do you believe in rock and roll, Am7 C Em A7 D can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow Em D Em D Well I know that you're in love with him 'cause I saw you dancin' in the gym C G A7 C D7 You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues G D Em Am C I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck G D Em C D7 G C G but I knew I was out of luck the day the music died D I started singin' Chorus:

G C G D So bye, bye Miss American Pie G C G D Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry G C G D and them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Em A7 Em D7 Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die 3rd Verse: G Am Now for ten years we've been on our own, C Am Em D and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be G D Em When the jester sang for the king and queen Am7 C Em A7 D in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me Em D Em D And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown C G A7 C D7 The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned G D Em Am C And while Lennon read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park G D Em C D7 G C G and we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died D We were singin' Chorus: G C G D So bye, bye Miss American Pie G C G D Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry G C G D and them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Em A7 Em D7 Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die 4th Verse: G Am Helter skelter in a summer swelter, C Am Em D the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin' fast, G D Em it landed foul on the grass Am7 C Em A7 D the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in a cast Em D Em D Now at halftime there was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching tune

C G A7 C D7 We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance G D Em Am C 'cause the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield G D Em C D7 G C G Do you recall what was the feel the day the music died D We started singin' Chorus: G C G D So bye, bye Miss American Pie G C G D Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry G C G D and them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Em A7 Em D7 Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die 5th Verse: G Am And there we were all in one place, C Am Em D a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again G D Em Am7 C So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick, Em A7 D 'cause fire is the devil's only friend Em D Em D And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage C G A7 C D7 No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell G D Em Am C And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite G D Em C D7 G C G I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died D He was singin' Chorus: G C G D So bye, bye Miss American Pie G C G D Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry G C G D and them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Em A7 Em D7 Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die

LAST Verse: G D Em I met a girl who sang the blues Am C Em D and I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away G D Em I went down to the sacred store Am C Em C where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music D wouldn't play Em Am Em Am But in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed C G A7 C D But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken G D Em Am7 C D7 And the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost G D Em Am7 D7 G They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died, And they were singin' Chorus/Outro: G C G D Bye, bye Miss American Pie G C G D Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry G C G D and them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Em A7 Em D7 Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die They were singin’ G C G D So bye, bye Miss American Pie G C G D Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry G C G D and them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye C D7 G C G Singin' this will be the day that I die

Campfire Songs

Kum Ba Yah

Traditional African American Spiritual C F C

Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah! F C G7

Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah! C F C

Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah! G7 C G7 C

Oh Lord, Kum ba yah

Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah!

O Lord, Kum ba yah

Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah!

O Lord, Kum ba yah

Someone's praying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's praying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's praying, Lord, Kum ba yah!

O Lord, Kum ba yah

I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THE RAILROAD

Traditional

F F7 I’ve been working’ on the railroad

Bb F All the live long day,

G7 I’ve been working’ on the railroad

Gm7 C7 Just to pass the time away.

F Can’t you hear the whistle blowing?

Bb A7 Rise up so early in the morn.

Bb F Can't you hear the captain shouting’

C7 F "Dinah blow your horn!"

Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah

C7 Gm7 C7 F Someone’s in the kitchen I know,

Bb someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah

F C7 F Strumming on the old banjo and singing

F Fee, fie, fiddleio

C, Gm, C7 Fee, fie, fiddleio

F Bb Fee, fie, fiddleio,

F C7 F Strumming’ on the old banjo.

He's Got the Whole World in His Hands Traditional African American Spiritual

Ukulele verse Adaptation by Jumpin’ Jim Beloff C

He's got the whole world in His hands,

G7

He's got the whole world in His hands,

C

He's got the whole world in His hands,

G7

He's got the whole world in His hands.

He’s got a little ukulele in his hands,

He’s got a little ukulele in his hands

He’s got a little ukulele in his hands

He’s got the whole world in his hands.

He's got you and me, brother in his hands,

He’s got you and me sister in his hands,

He's got everybody here In His hands;

He's got the whole world in His hands.

Home on the Range Traditional

1st Verse:

D D7 G

Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam,

D A7

Where the deer and the antelope play,

D D7 G

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,

D A7 D

and the skies are not cloudy all day.

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D A7 D

Home, home on the range,

A7

Where the deer and the antelope play,

D D7 G

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,

D A7 D

and the skies are not cloudy all day.

BINGO Traditional

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There was a farmer had a dog;

D7 G

And Bingo was his name-o.

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And Bingo was his name-o.

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MICHAEL ROW THE BOAT

ASHORE

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

"Michael, Row the Boat Ashore" (or "Michael, Row Your Boat Ashore") is an

African-American spiritual from the Sea Islands of Georgia. It was first published

in Slave Songs of the United States, by William Francis Allen et al., in 1867.[1]

C F C

Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah

C G7 C

Michael row the boat ashore, halle-lu-j-ah

Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah

Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah

The river runs deep the river runs wide, hallelujah,

The river runs deep the river runs wide hallelujah.

This Land is Your Land

Words and music by Woody Guthrie

©1956 (renewed 1984), 1958 (renewed 1986) and 1970 TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)

G C G

Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land

D7 G

From California, to the New York Island

C G

From the redwood forest, to the Gulf Stream waters,

D7 G

this land was made for you and me

G C G

As I was walking a ribbon of highway

D7 C

I saw above me an endless skyway

C G

I saw below me that golden valley

D7 G

this land was made for you and me.

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Puff the Magic Dragon Words and Music by Peter Yarrow and Leonard Lipton

G Bm

1.) Puff, the magic dragon

C G

Lived by the sea

C G Em

And frolicked in the autumn mist

A7 D7

In a land called Honah Lee

G Bm

Little Jackie Paper

C G

Loved that rascal Puff,

C G Em

And brought him strings and sealing wax

A7 D7 G D7

And other fancy stuff. Oh!

G Bm

Chorus: Puff, the magic dragon

C G

Lived by the sea

C G Em

and frolicked in the autumn mist

A7 D7 G D7

in a land called Honah Lee

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Puff, the magic dragon

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Lived by the sea

C G Em

and frolicked in the autumn mist

A7 D7 G D7

in a land called Honah Lee

2.) Together they would travel On a boat with billowed sail

Jackie kept a lookout perched On Puff's gigantic tail

Noble kings and princes Would bow whene'er they came, Pirate ships would lower their flag When Puff roared out his name.

Chorus: 3.) A dragon lives forever

But not so little boys Painted wings and giant rings

Make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more And Puff that mighty dragon, He ceased his fearless roar.

Chorus: 4.) His head was bent in sorrow,

Green scales fell like rain, Puff no longer went to play

Along the cherry lane. Without his life-long friend,

Puff could not be brave, So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave.

She’ll Be Coming Around The Mountain

Traditional

G

She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes

D7

She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes

G7 C

She'll be coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain,

G D7 G

She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes

She'll be driving six white horses when she comes

She'll be driving six white horses when she comes

She'll be driving six white horses, she'll be driving six white horses,

She'll be driving six white horses when she comes

Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes

Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes

Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her and we’ll all go out to meet her, oh we’ll all go out

to meet her when she comes.

Take Me Out To The Ball Game

Lyrics By Jack Norworth

Music by Albert Von Tilzer

C Am G

"Take me out to the ball game,

C Am G7

Take me out with the crowd.

A7 Dm

Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,

D G7

I don't care if I never get back,

C Am G7

Let me root, root, root for the home team,

C7 F

If they don't win it's a shame.

Dm C

For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,

D7 G7 C

At the old ball game."