Tonalidad: C major•
Verse 1
C
'Twas a balmy summer evening
Am
and a goodly crowd was there
F
Which well- nigh filled Joe's barroom
Bb
on the corner of the square
C
And as songs and witty stories
Am
came through the open door
C
F
A vagabond crept slowly in and posed
upon the floor.
"Where did it come from?" Someone
C
said. "The wind has blown it in?"
Am
"What does it want?" an other cried,
C
"Some whiskey, rum or gin?"
"Here, Toby, seek him,
Bb
if your stomach's equal to the work!"
C
"I wouldn't touch him with a fork,
why, he's as filthy as a Turk."
This badinage the poor wretch took
with stoical good grace
In fact, he smiled as though he thought
he'd struck the proper place
"Come, boys, I know there's kindly
F
hearts among so good a crowd
Bb
Why, to be in such good company
Gm
C
would make a deacon proud."
"Give me a drink - that's what I want - I'm out of funds,
F
you know
When I had cash to treat the gang,
C
this hand was never slow
Am
What? You laugh as tho' you thought
this pocket never held a sou
C
Why, I was fixed as well, my boys,
Bb
as anyone of you."
C
"There, thanks - that's braced me
nicely - God bless you one and all
Next time I pass this good saloon,
I'll make another call
Give you a song? No,
I can't do that - my singing days are past
F
My voice is cracked and my throat's worn
Bb
out and my lungs are going fast.
C
"Say, Give me another whiskey and
I'll tell you what I'll do
F
I'll tell you a funny story and a fact I promise,
too
Bb
That I was ever a decent man, not
F
C
a one of you would think
Am
But, I was some four of five years back - say,
C
give us another drink.
"Fill her up, Joe,
Bb
I want to put some life into my frame
C
Such little drinks, to a bum like me,
are miserably tame
Five fingers - there,
that's the scheme - and corkin' whisky, too
Well, here's luck, boys; and landlord,
my best regards to you.
F
"You've treated me pretty kindly
and I'd like to tell you how
Bb
I came to be the dirty sot
C
you see before you now
As I told you once, I was a man with a muscle,
F
frame and health
And, but for a blunder,
ought to have made considerable wealth.
C
"I was a painter - not one that daubed
Am
on bricks and wood
C
But an artist and for my age,
Bb
was rated pretty good
F
I worked hard at my canvas an
C
d I was bidding fair to rise
'Coz gradually I saw the star of fame
before my eyes.
"I made a picture perhaps you've seen,
'tis called the 'CHASE OF FAME'
Ab
C
It brought me fifteen hundred pounds
F
and added to my name
Bb
And then I met a woman - now
comes the funny part
C
With eyes that petrified my brain and sunk
into my heart.
F
"Why don't you laugh? it's funny
that the vagabond you see
Could ever love a woman and expect
C
her love for me
Am
But 'twas so, and for a month or two,
her smiles were freely given
C
And when her loving lips touched mine
Bb
it car ried me to heaven.
C
"Boys, did you ever see a girl for whom
your soul you'd give
With a form like the Milo Venus,
too beautiful to live
With eyes like the purest of diamonds
and a wealth of chestnut hair?
If so, 'twas she,
F
Bb
for there never was another half so fair.
"I was working on a portrait one
C
af ternoon in May
Of a fair- haired boy, a friend of mine,
F
who lived across the way
And Madeline admired
it and much to my surprise
C
Said she'd like to know the man
Am
that had such dreamy eyes.
C
"It didn't take long to know him and
Bb
before the month had flown
Am
My friend had stole my darlin'
C
and I was left alone
Am
And ere a year of misery had passed
The jewel that I had treasured so,
had tarnished and was dead.
"That's why I took to drink,
F
boys - why, I never saw you smile
I thought you'd be amused
Bb
and laughing all the while
C
Why, what's the matter - friend?
There's a teardrop in your eye
F
Come, laugh like me; why 'tis only
babes and women that would cry.
C
"Say, boys, if you'd give me just another whiskey,
I'll really be glad
Am
And I'll draw right here a picture
C
of the face that drove me mad
Bb
Give me that piece of chalk with which
C
you mark the baseball score
And you shall see the lovely Madeline
F
C
upon the barroom floor."
Am
Another drink and with chalk in hand
the vagabond began
C
To sketch a face that well might
buy the soul of any man
F
And then as he placed another lock
upon the shapely head
Bb
With a fearful shriek,
C
Am
C
he leaped and fell across the picture - dead.
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