Hey, Little Songbird taby ukulele według Hadestown

[HADES]
Am         F          Em        Am
Hey, little songbird, give me a song
Am         F          G         E7
I’m a busy man and I can’t stay long
       Am        F           C     
I got clients to call, I got orders 
   E7
to fill
      Am        F           C      
I got walls to build, I got riots to
 E7
quell
             Am       F           
And they’re giving me hell back in 
E7
Hades

Am           F         Em          
Hey, little songbird, cat got your 
Am
tongue?
 Am      F               G        
Always a pity for one so pretty and
 E7
young
      Am     F         C       
When poverty comes to clip your 
E7
wings
    Am        F          C         
And knock the wind right out of your
 E7
lungs
      Am      F       E7
Hey, nobody sings on empty

[EURYDICE]
C                          G       
Strange is the call of this strange 
C
man
C         Am           F           
I want to fly down and feed at his 
Am
hand
C                   C        E7
I want a nice soft place to land
C       E7        Am
I wanna lie down forever

[HADES]
Am           F            Em  
Hey, little songbird, you got 
          Am
something fine
      Am           F       G      
You’d shine like a diamond down in 
   E7
the mine
        Am        F              
And the choice is yours if you’re 
C          E7
willing to choose
Am        F          C          E7
Seeing as you’ve got nothing to lose
    Am      F     E7
And I could use a canary

[EURYDICE]
F         G               C
Suddenly nothing is as it was
C             Am   F  Am
Where are you now, Orpheus?
C                      G      E7
Wasn’t it gonna be the two of us
C          E7          Am
Weren’t we birds of a feather?

[HADES]
Am           F         Em    Am
Hey, little songbird, let me guess
    Am            F            
He’s some kind of poet and he’s 
G    (E7)
penniless
Am           F            C       
Give him your hand, he’ll give you 
    E7     G
his hand-to-mouth
     Am           F            
He’ll write you a poem when the 
C       E7
power’s out
    Am           F            
Hey, why not fly south for the 
E7
winter?

Am           F         Em      
Hey, little songbird, look all 
Am
around you
Am           F          G       
See how the vipers and vultures 
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surround you
Am               F             C   
They’ll take you down, they’ll pick 
    E7
you clean
  Am         F             C      
If you stick around such a 
  E7
desperate scene
     Am         F             E7
See, people get mean when the chips 
are down