Got A Ukulele taby ukulele według Loudon Wainwright Iii

# Got a Ukulele - Loudon Wainwright III 
# From the album "10 Songs for the New Depression"

Bb             C7  
Got a ukulele, now I'm not a fraidy
F7                          Bb    F7
Cat in case I get a bout of blues
Bb                              C7  
In the event I get 'em, there's no way I'll let 'em
F7                              Bb          F7
bring me down, no way I'll just refuse, (Be-lieve-me)

Bb                 C7  
'Cause a ukulele's like a little baby
F7                                 Bb   F7
You cradle it in your arms and you sing
  Bb                C7              
A lullaby or ditty, when you're feelin' shitty
F7                        Bb            
It will cheer you up it's just the thing

# **Chorus**
Cm7
Life should be bright and breezy
Bb
Winds could be light and easy
        F7                            Bb  Bb7
There's nothin' hard or heavy 'bout a uke
Cm7                        Bb
I don't play bull fiddle,  no mystery, no riddle
C7                                         F7
schleppin that thing you look like a kook (Be-lieve-me)

Bb                         C7
Four strings made-a nylon, always put a smile-on
F7                           Bb   F7
Anybody's face who's feeling blue
Bb                              C7
When your mind starts slummin, start a little strummin'
F7                                  Bb      F7
On your uke you're gonna feel brand new (Be-lieve-me)

# ** Scat vocal to chords for 2 verses **

Bb                        C7
Even though it's rainin', quit all your complainin'
F7                                       Bb  F7
Your roof's not leakin' nothin's gettin' in
Bb                                   C7
Yeah, this axe is a hatchet, there's magic you can catch it
F7                                  Bb
On your uke you can't lose you just win

# **Chorus 2**
Cm7
Life should be bright and breezy
Bb
Winds could be light and easy
        F7                            Bb  Bb7
There's nothin' hard or heavy 'bout a uke
Cm7                        Bb
I don't play the tubaaaaa, tubas do it to yaaaaa
C7                                     F7
just the thought of tubas makes me PUKE

Bb                           C7
Kind sirs and gentle ladies, grab your ukuleles
F7                            Bb    F7
I suspect by now you know my song, yeah
        Bb                           C7
And the next time that I do it, get down and get into it
F7                                   Bb     F7
I trust you all will sing and strum along (you-gotta-believe-I)

Bb              C7
Got a ukulele, now I'm not a fraidy, 
F7                          Bb    F7
Cat in case I get a bout of blues
Bb                       C7
In the event I get 'em, there's no way I'll let em
F7                              Bb
bring me down, no way I'll just refuse, 

(Be-lieve-meeee-e-ee-eee yeah!)