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          1.  When I first met you baby, it was all chicken and wine,

              Steak and potatoes, and babe, I sure felt fine.

                  But now it's seaweed and alfalfa sprouts

                  And sunflower seeds, and I've got my doubts,

              And babe you left me here with the Chicken Cordon blues.




          2.  My stomache is empty, all I got is food for thought.
              I've been sitting here thinking 'bout the 20 pounds of groceries
                          we bought.
                  It was ten pounds of brown rice, five more of beans,
                  Five pounds of granola, and you know what that means,
              I'm a regular fella and I've got the Chicken Cordon blues.




                  (solo verse)




          3.  I'm starved for affection and I don't think I can stand no more,
              But this stuff is so strange the cockroaches moved next door.
                  Do you see the old dog standing down on the street?
                  Got a big smile on his face because they let him eat meat,
              And I've got you babe, and I've got the Chicken Cordon blues.























                              T h e   G a r d e n   S o n g


                              C       G     F      G
                  refrain:    Inch by inch, row by row,
                             F          G         C      C
                              I'm gonna make this garden grow,
                             F      G        C        a
                              Gonna mulch it deep and low,
                                         D       D       G       G
                                   Gonna make it fertile ground.


                              C       G     F      G
                              Inch by inch, row by row,
                             F       G           C       C
                              Please bless these seeds I sow;
                             F       G         C        a
                              Please keep them safe and low
                                            D          G        C     C
                                   Till the rain comes tumbling down.



                        1.    Pulling weeds, picking stones,
                              We are made of dreams and bones.
                              I need a spot to call my own
                                   Till the time is close at hand.

                              Grain for grain, sun and rain,
                              I'll find my way in nature's chain,
                              Tune my body and my brain
                                   To the music of the land.

                              (refrain)



                        2.    Plant your rows, short or long,
                              Season with a prayer and a song;
                              Mother Earth will make you strong
                                   If you give her loving care.

                              An old crow watches from a tree;
                              He is hungry, watching me.
                              In my garden I'm as free
                                   As that feathered thief up there.

                              (refrain)




















                M a r g a r e t   a n d   t h e   D u t c h m a n




               G                   G
       1.  The Dutchman is not the kind of man 
               G                      G
           Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam
                    C         C          C  D
               That holds his dreams in.
         C                 C             D      D
           That's a secret only Margaret knows.


                G                   G
           When Amsterdam is golden in the summer
                    G              G
           And Margaret brings him breakfast
                   C     C           C  D
               And she believes him,
         C                C                D     D
           He thinks to (...                ...)


                       C                C                       D
           He's mad as he could be, but Margaret only sees that sometimes.
                         C               D               G     G
           Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes.






                  C         C            G      G
       *:  Let us go to the banks of the ocean,
                     C          C                G    G
           Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
                 C    C            G          G
           Long ago I used to be a young man,
                    C          D                G   G
           And dear Margaret remembers that for me.









    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
                                  ( c o n t i n u e d )
    
    
    
    
         2.  The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes,
     
             And his cap and coat are patched with the love
     
                That Margaret sewed there,
    
             And sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam.
    
    
    
             He watches tugboats down canals,
    
             And calls out to them when he thinks 
    
                 He knows the captain,
    
             Till Margaret comes to take him home again,
    
    
    
             Through unforgiving streets that trip him though she holds his arm,
    
             And sometimes he thinks he's alone and he calls her name. (*)
    
    
    
         3.  The winter whirls the windmills round,
             And she winds his muffler tighter and then
                 They sit in the kitchen.
             Some (...                ...) his whiskey keeps away the dew.
    
             He sees her for a moment and he calls
             Her name, and she makes the bed up, singing
                 Some old love song;
             Margaret learned the song when it was very new.
    
             He hums a line or two and they sing together in the dark,
             The Dutchman falls asleep, and Margaret blows the candles out. (**)
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    









                           M e n   W h o   L o v e   W o m e n



                   C             G7     C       C
               1.  Down on Forty Second Street,
                         C        C      G7       G7
                   Where all the elite retreat to greet,
                           C               C         F      F
                   You can see them coming from everywhere,
                         C               G7        C         C
                   Every kind of man and woman you will find there.

                       There are ...



                       C            G7             C    C
               *:  ... men who love women who love men,
                       C              C         G7        G7
                   And women who love women every now and then,
                       C            C           F             F
                   And men who love men because they can't pretend
                                C            G7             C    C
                       They are men who love women who love men.



               2.  There are those who will love you for pay.
                   And there are those who can love either way.
                   In the bar with the bottle of scotch,
                   There are those who would rather just watch
                       All the ... (*)


               3.  There are those who make love to machines
                   That don't talk back and are easy to clean.
                   And there are those who will tell you out loud
                   They can only make love in a crowd,
                       A crowd of ... (*)


               4.  In pursuing true love's joy,
                   Boys will be girls, and girls will be boys.
                   But it's so hard to know what to do,
                   When you don't know who you're talking to.
                       'Cause there are ... (*)

                   Who love women who love men who love women who love men
                   Who love women who love men who love women who love men.















                                   V i d e o   T a p e




                                 G           C     G     G
                    1.   If your life was on video tape,
                                       C          C      G      G
                         Then wouldn't everything be all right?
                                   C              C       G      G
                         When your head hurts the morning after,
                                   G               D         G      G
                         You could roll it back to late last night.


                                   C      C       G           G
                         You could replay all the good parts,
                                 G        G         D     D
                         And cut out what you don't like.
                                      G      G       Em    Em
                         Oh, wouldn't you be in good shape
                                 G           D     G     G
                         If your life was on video tape?




                    2.   If everybody had ESP,
                         Then everything'd be ok.
                         We could see trouble coming,
                         And we could step out of the way.

                         And when that grim reaper comes to call,
                         We could arrange to be out of town.
                         That would be the great escape,
                         And you could put it on video tape.



                    3.   I don't have a video recorder,
                         And I don't have a crystal ball.
                         And when I'm not with my baby,
                         Oh, I don't have very much at all.

                         And I can't predict the future,
                         Babe, I sure can't change the past,
                         But I know it will all make sense
                         If you love me in the present tense.



                    4.   (repeat first verse)






