Three Chord Trick
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โฑ๏ธ 2:47 duration
๐ ID: 32372340
๐ Lyrics
Fell in love at 16 with a folk-singing lady
Who sang so sweetly, "My Johnny is a shoemaker"
She taught me C and G and the songs of Woody Guthrie
I was prouder than punch hoping that a young man would forsake her
'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street
First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain
Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G
A folk singer's life is the life for me
Now old man Johnny was a basket weaver
With a bottle in his hand and a bundle of canes on his back
Now when he was blind drunk, all he could weave
Was a tiny baby's rattle with beer bottle tops from his sack
'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street
First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain
Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G
A folk singer's life is the life for me
I remember the night a nymphomaniac lady
With lust in her eyes
She grabbed me and pushed me through the door
Now she played the poor Willie and I sure felt silly
Playing my guitar I was flat on my back on the floor
'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street
First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain
Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G
A folk singer's life is the life for me
Who sang so sweetly, "My Johnny is a shoemaker"
She taught me C and G and the songs of Woody Guthrie
I was prouder than punch hoping that a young man would forsake her
'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street
First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain
Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G
A folk singer's life is the life for me
Now old man Johnny was a basket weaver
With a bottle in his hand and a bundle of canes on his back
Now when he was blind drunk, all he could weave
Was a tiny baby's rattle with beer bottle tops from his sack
'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street
First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain
Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G
A folk singer's life is the life for me
I remember the night a nymphomaniac lady
With lust in her eyes
She grabbed me and pushed me through the door
Now she played the poor Willie and I sure felt silly
Playing my guitar I was flat on my back on the floor
'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street
First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain
Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G
A folk singer's life is the life for me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.93] Fell in love at 16 with a folk-singing lady
[00:15.26] Who sang so sweetly, "My Johnny is a shoemaker"
[00:22.85] She taught me C and G and the songs of Woody Guthrie
[00:26.70] I was prouder than punch hoping that a young man would forsake her
[00:34.13] 'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street
[00:38.06] First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain
[00:43.68] Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G
[00:47.46] A folk singer's life is the life for me
[00:51.16] Now old man Johnny was a basket weaver
[00:54.71] With a bottle in his hand and a bundle of canes on his back
[01:02.27] Now when he was blind drunk, all he could weave
[01:05.94] Was a tiny baby's rattle with beer bottle tops from his sack
[01:13.61] 'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street
[01:17.68] First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain
[01:23.36] Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G
[01:27.23] A folk singer's life is the life for me
[01:30.82]
[01:52.01] I remember the night a nymphomaniac lady
[01:55.55] With lust in her eyes
[01:57.42] She grabbed me and pushed me through the door
[02:02.87] Now she played the poor Willie and I sure felt silly
[02:07.52] Playing my guitar I was flat on my back on the floor
[02:14.27] 'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street
[02:18.49] First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain
[02:24.30] Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G
[02:27.98] A folk singer's life is the life for me
[02:31.70]
[00:15.26] Who sang so sweetly, "My Johnny is a shoemaker"
[00:22.85] She taught me C and G and the songs of Woody Guthrie
[00:26.70] I was prouder than punch hoping that a young man would forsake her
[00:34.13] 'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street
[00:38.06] First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain
[00:43.68] Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G
[00:47.46] A folk singer's life is the life for me
[00:51.16] Now old man Johnny was a basket weaver
[00:54.71] With a bottle in his hand and a bundle of canes on his back
[01:02.27] Now when he was blind drunk, all he could weave
[01:05.94] Was a tiny baby's rattle with beer bottle tops from his sack
[01:13.61] 'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street
[01:17.68] First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain
[01:23.36] Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G
[01:27.23] A folk singer's life is the life for me
[01:30.82]
[01:52.01] I remember the night a nymphomaniac lady
[01:55.55] With lust in her eyes
[01:57.42] She grabbed me and pushed me through the door
[02:02.87] Now she played the poor Willie and I sure felt silly
[02:07.52] Playing my guitar I was flat on my back on the floor
[02:14.27] 'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street
[02:18.49] First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain
[02:24.30] Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G
[02:27.98] A folk singer's life is the life for me
[02:31.70]