Tablature song for whoever - The Beautiful South

          



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  from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany

  e-mail: Christian_Korbanka@msn.com

  lyrics and chords of: Song For Whoever by The Beautiful South

  

  Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!

  date: 95/10/15

  

  

  

  C#m         F#m             D             E

  I Love you from the bottom, of my pencil case

  C#m       F#m             D           E

  I love you in the songs, I write and sing

  

             F#m         D                       E

  Love you because, you put me in the rightful place

  C#m            F#m        D           E

  And I love the PRS checks, that you bring

  

    A            E

  Cheap, never cheap

        Bm                    E

  I'll sing the songs 'till you're asleep

   E                F#m

  When you've gone upstairs I'll creep

        D           E

  And write it all down

  

        A          F#m         D        E

  Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane

                   F#m 

  I wrote so many songs about you

  D              E

  I forget your name (I forget you name)

    A                   F#m           D                E

  Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

    A                   F#m           D                E

  Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

                 C#m

  I forget your name

  

  F#m  D  E  C#m  F#m  D  E

  F#m  D  E  C#m  F#m  D  E

  

  C#m         F#m             D            E

  I love you from the bottom of my pencil case

  C#m       F#m           D        E

  I love the way you never ask me why

                   F#m          D             E

  I love to write about each wrinkle on your face

  C#m             F#m             D          E

  And I love you 'till my fountain pen runs dry

  

   A       E

  Deep so deep,

       Bm        E

  The number one I hope to reap

    C#m             F#m

  Depends upon the tears you weap,

      D          E

  So cry lovely cry, cry

  

       A        F#m          D          E

  Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Philippa, Oh Sue

             F#m

  You made me so much money,

      D                  E

  I wrote this song for you

    A                  F#m             D               E

  Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

    A                  F#m             D               E

  Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

  

  F#m  D  E  C#m  F#m  D  E

  F#m  D  E  C#m  F#m  D  E

  

       A        F#m          D          E

  Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Philippa, Oh Sue

             F#m

  You made me so much money,

      D                  E

  I wrote this song for you

    A                  F#m             D               E

  Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

    A                  F#m             D               E

  Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

  

  F#m  D  E  C#m  F#m  D  E

  F#m  D  E  C#m  F#m  D  E

  

                        A           F#m

  So let me talk about Mary, a sad story

    D                     E

  Turned her grief into glory

                        A           F#m

  So let me talk about Mary, a sad story

    D                     E

  Turned her grief into glory

  

   A                       F#m

  Late at night, by the typewriter light

        D                    E

  She ripped his ribbon to shreds

   A                       F#m

  Late at night, by the typewriter light

        D                    E

  She ripped his ribbon to shreds

  

                        A           F#m

  So let me talk about Mary, a sad story

    D                     E

  Turned her grief into glory

                        A           F#m

  So let me talk about Mary, a sad story

    D                     E

  Turned her grief into glory

  

   A                       F#m

  Late at night, by the typewriter light

        D                    E

  She ripped his ribbon to shreds

   A                       F#m

  Late at night, by the typewriter light

        D                    E

  She ripped his ribbon to shreds

  

  F#m  D  E  C#m  F#m  D  E

  F#m  D  E  C#m  F#m  D  E

  

                        C#m

  I wrote this song for you

  

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 Song for whoever, de The beautiful south 

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