Soliloquy Chords

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[Verse 1]
[Gsus4]I wonder what he'll think of
[C]me
I guess he'll call me
[F]the "old man"
I guess he'll [Gsus4]think I can lick
Ev'ry other feller's father
Well, I can!
I bet [C]that he'll turn out to be
The spittin' [F]image of his dad
But he'll have more com
[Am]mon sense[Bb]
[F]Than his[Bb][F]
[Bb]puddin-
[F]headed father ever had
I'll teach [Bb]him t[F]o
wrassle
And dive through a wave
[G]When [Gsus4]we go in the mornin's for[F] our swim
His mother can teach him
The way to behave
But she won't make a sissy
out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill!
Bill. I will see that he is named after
me, I will.
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough as a tree, will Bill!
Like a [Gm]tree he'll [G]grow
With [C]his [F]head held high
[Gm]And his [D]fee[C]t[F]
planted
firm on the ground
[Gm]And you [G]won[C]'t
see nobody [F]dare to try
To [Dm]boss or toss[E]
[Am]him around!
[D]No pot-[G]
[C][F]
[E]bellied,
baggy- eyed [Ebdim]bully'll toss him around
I [D]don't give a damn what he does
As long as [Ebdim]he does what h[C]e likes!
He can sit on his tail
Or work on a rail
With a hammer, hammering spikes!
[F]He can ferry a boat on a river
Or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down
The streets of a town
[Am]With a [Bb]whip and
a horse and a hack
He can haul a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a [D]corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
Of course [G]it takes talent to do that well
He might be a champ of theheavyweights
Or a feller that sell[C]s you glue
Or President of the United States
That'd be all right, too
His mother would like that
But he wouldn't be Presid
[F]ent unless he wanted to be
Not Bill!
My boy, [Am]Bill! He'll be tall
And as tough [Bb]as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet [D]planted firm on the ground
And you won't [G]see
nobody dare to try
To boss or toss him around!
No fat- bottomed, [F]flabby- faced, pot- bellied,
baggy- eyed bastard'll boss
Him around
And I'll be damned if he'll marry
the boss' daughter
A skinny- lipped virgin with blood like
[Bb]water[F]
[C][F][C]
[Edim][C]
[F][E]
[Gm]Who'll give him a [C]peck[F][C]
[F][C]
[F]And call it a kiss
And look in [C]his eyes [F]through a
lorgnet
Say, why am I talkin'
on like this?
My kid ain't even [Bb]been [F]born, yet!
I can [Bb]see him when he's
[F]seventeen or so
And startin' to go with a girl
[C]I c[F]an give him lots of[C] pointers,
very sound
On the way to get 'round any girl
I can tell him ...
[F]Wait [C]a minute!
Could it be?
What the hell!
What if [Bb]he is [F]a g[Bb]irl?[F]
What [Bb]would I do with [F]her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money!
[C]You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father to a girl
She mighn't be so bad at that
A kid with ribbon[F]s in her hair!
A kind o' neat and petite
Little tin- type of her mother!
What [C]a pair![G][C]
[F][C]
[F][C][F][C]
I [F]can just hear [G]myself bragging about her!
My [F]little [C]gir[F]l
Pink and white
As peaches and cream is she
My little girl
Is half again as bright
As girls are meant to be!
[C]Dozens [F]of boys pursue her
Many a likely lad does what
he can [C]to [F]woo her
From her [C]faith[G]ful [C]dad
She [D]has a few
[G]Pink[E]
and [Am]white young fellers
of two and three
But my little girl
Gets hungry [D]ev'ry night and
she come home to me!
My [Db]little girl, my [C]little girl!
I got to get ready before she comes!
[F]I got to make certain [E]that she
Won't be dragged [Eb]up in [D]slums
With a lot o' bums like me
[Db]She's[C]
[F]got to be sheltered
And be dressed in the best [G]money can buy!
I never knew how [F]to get money
But, I'll try, by God! I'll try!
I'll go [G]out an[Bb] d[F]
make it or steal it
Or take it or die!