Hợp âm Gatsby's Restaurant

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[D]I g[G]ot tired of New York City,
of its sidewalks and its heat
So I got myself a great big horse
and I rode him down the street
And then I [C]hollered, "Hi, ho, Silver" and,
"Get 'em up, [G]Scout"
But I [D]suffered aggravation
and a great humiliation
So I finally said I'd let the story out

[Verse 2]
You can't ride a big white horse [G]into the front
of Gatsby's door
You can't call out, "Hi,
ho, Silver" as you scoot across the floor
Twenty big Italians had me
bent down on my knees
And I cried, "Oh, ouch,
help Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"

[Verse 3]
Well, [G]he broke into a cantor down
around ol' Times Square
And my cowboy boots and hat,
I left them somewhere way back there
Then he [C]stomped and reared
and turned and bucked
And took off to [G]the South
And [D]I slid through Gatsby's Restaurant
with his tail stuck in my [G]mouth

[Verse 4]
But you can't [D]ride a big white horse
into the front of Gatsby's door
You don't call out, "Hi, ho,
Silver" as [G]you scoot across the floor
[C]Twenty big Italians had me
bent down on my [G]knees
And I cried, [D]"Oh, ouch, help Lord" and,
"Mama Mia, [G]please"

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 5]
Now, [G]down at Gatsby's Restaurant,
there's a picture hanging there
Of a petrified Italian with
escargot in his hair
And there's a big,
[C]white horse rug lying by the [G]door
And I'm [D]washing dishes in the back
and sweepin' up [G]the floor

[Verse 6]
But you don't [D]ride a big, white horse into
the front of Gatsby's door
You don't call out, "Hi,
ho, Silver" as [G]you scoot across the floor
[C]Twenty big Italians had me bent
down on my [G]knees[D]
And I [G]cried, [D]"Oh, ouch,
help Lord" and, "Mama Mia, [G]please"