zaterdag 11 april 1970

Uncle Dudley

Capo on fifth fret

(C) Poor Uncle Dudley 
He had a car that wouldn't (D7) start anytime it rained 
He'd (G7) fall about then get locked out of the (C) foundry

He never made it 
He kept the cardboard in the soles of his Sunday shoes 
The fish he caught were never bought by the market 

(E7) Oh how I miss him 
Oh how I miss his great (Am) lies 
(Dm) No one to rock me when I'm lonely 
No one to (G7) lift me when I'm (C) down

I can remember 
He had a suitcase full of places he'd never been 
Shanghai and Wales great ships with sails and naked ladies

Oh how I miss him 
Oh how I miss his great lies 
No one to rock me when I'm lonely 
No one to lift me when I'm down

Put it together 
I wished I'd asked him for the secret of his success 
He'd make you feel his dreams were real solid silver

Oh how I miss him 
Oh how I miss his great lies 
No one to rock me when I'm lonely 
No one to lift me when I'm down

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