Hey Little Songbird taby ukulele według Anaïs Mitchell (Chwyty barytonu)

[HADES]
Cm           Ab        Gm        Cm
Hey, little songbird, give me a song
Cm         Ab        Bb           G
I’m a busy man and I can’t stay long
Cm               Ab          Eb         Dm
I got clients to call, I got orders to fill
Cm             Ab             Eb        G
I got walls to build, I got riots to quell
            Cm            Ab              G
And they’re giving me hell back in Hades
Cm           Ab        Gm               Cm
Hey, little songbird, cat got your tongue?
Cm         Ab          Bb             G
Always a pity for one so pretty and young
Cm             Ab          Gm        Dm
When poverty comes to clip your wings
Cm            Ab                               G
And knock the wind right out of your lungs
Cm                Ab         G
Hey, nobody sings on empty
[EURYDICE]
Eb                                    Bb       Eb
Strange is the call of this strange man
                                     C#             Cm
I want to fly down and feed at his hand
Eb                        Bb        G
I want a nice soft place to land
Eb         G            Cm
I wanna lie down forever
[HADES]
Cm         Ab          Gm                        Cm  
Hey, little songbird, you got something fine
Cm                       Ab           Bb               G
You’d shine like a diamond down in the mine
Cm                      Ab                    Gm          Dm
And the choice is yours if you’re willing to choose
Cm          Ab              Eb            G
Seeing as you’ve got nothing to lose
Cm             Ab     G
And I could use a canary
[EURYDICE]
Eb                           Bb    Eb
Suddenly nothing is as it was
Eb                   Cm    C#    Cm
Where are you now, Orpheus?
Eb                            Bb       G
Wasn’t it always the two of us
Eb               G            Cm
Weren’t we birds of a feather?
[HADES]
Cm           Ab        Gm         Cm
Hey, little songbird, let me guess
Cm            Ab           Bb            G
He’s some kind of poet and he’s penniless

Cm                  Ab              Eb              Dm
Give him your hand, he’ll give you his hand-to-mouth
Cm                Ab             Eb        G
He’ll write you a poem when the power’s out
        Cm              Ab                G
Hey, why not fly south for the winter?
Cm           Ab        Gm         Cm
Hey, little songbird, look all around you
Cm            Ab           Bb            G
See how the vipers and vultures surround you
Cm                  Ab              Eb              Dm
They’ll take you down, they’ll pick you clean
Cm                Ab             Eb        G
If you stick around such a desperate scene
        Cm              Ab                G
See, people get mean when the chips are down