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Randy Newman : Little Criminals
1977

  1. Short People
  2. You Can't Fool The Fat Man
  3. Little Criminals
  4. Texas Girl At The Funeral Of Her Father
  5. Jolly Coppers On Parade
  6. In Germany Before The War

  7. Sigmund Freud's Impersonation Of Albert Einstein In America
  8. Baltimore
  9. I'll Be Home
  10. Rider In The Rain
  11. Kathleen (Catholicism Made Easier)
  12. Old Man On The Farm

Short People

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A
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F#m7
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B7
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E7sus4
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x2
A
F#m7
Short people got no reason
B7
E7sus4
Short people got no reason
A
F#m7
B7
E7sus4
Short people got no reason to live
A
A7/g
They got little hands and little eyes
D/f#
F7
They walk around tellin' great big lies
A
A7/g
They got little noses and tiny little teeth
D/f#
F7
They wear platform shoes on their nasty little feet
A
F#m7
B7
E7sus4
Well I don't want no short people Don't want no short people
A
F#m7
B7
E7sus4
A
Don't want no short people round here |
A
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F#m7
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B7
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E7sus4
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Dmaj7
A/c#
Bm7
Short people are just the same as you and I
D/e
A fool such as I
Dmaj7
C#m7
Bm7
All men are brothers until the day they die
D/e
It's a wonderful world Short people got nobody Short people got nobody Short people got nobody to love They got little baby legs and they stand so low You got to pick them up just to say hello They got little cars that go beep beep beep They got little voices going peep peep peep
A
A7/g
They got grubby little fingers and dirty little minds
D/f#
F7
They're gonna get you every time Well I don't want no short people Don't want no short people Don't want no short people round here |
A
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F#m7
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B7
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E7sus4
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You Can't Fool The Fat Man

Sittin' with the fat man Tryin' to get a loan Talkin' about horses And the women that we've known Spittin' on the sidewalk Squintin' into the sun Greetin' all the people Smilin' at everyone I said "Hey, listen, Fat Man I just can't get a break Must I pay my whole life long For just one mistake?" "My brother's in the armed forces My sister is in jail Won't you give me fifty dollars So I can pay her bail?" He said "You Can't Fool The Fat Man No, you can't fool me You're just a two-bit grifter And that's all you'll ever be"

Little Criminals

What you wanna come back here for? Thought you're with your uptown friends Don't need none of your junkie business You gonna screw us up again Get your blackjack off my table Get your coat out of my rack We don't need you round here, jerk-off Chuck, I want you off my back 'Cause we've almost made it We've almost made it We've almost made it to the top Got a gun from Uncle Freddy Got a station all picked out Got a plan and now we're ready Gonna take that station out So you go about your business You just leave us folks alone We don't need no two-bit junkie Screwin' up our happy home 'Cause we've almost made it We've almost made it We've almost made it to the top

Texas Girl At The Funeral Of Her Father

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D
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A7
(
A
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D
G
E/g#
A
(
D
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A7sus4
Asus2
A
Dadd9
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D
)
G
E/g#
Asus4
A
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D
Bm7
Here I am
F#m
G
Lost in the wind
D/a
D/f#
D7
G
D/a
A
Round in circles sailing
D
Bm7
Like a ship
F#m
G
That never comes in
D/a
D/f#
D7
G
E/g#
Asus4
A
Standing by myself
F#/a#
Bm
A7
D
Sing a sad song for a good man
G
E/g#
Asus4
A
Asus2
A
Sing a sad song for me
F#/a#
Bm
A7
D
Sad song for the sailor
G
E/g#
D/a
A
D
A thousand miles from the sea
Interlude (repeat intro)
D
Bm7
Here I am
F#m
G
Alone on the plain
F#m
G
Sun's going down
F#m
G
It's starting to rain
D/a
A
D
Papa, we'll go sailing

Jolly Coppers On Parade

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G
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G/b
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C
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C/d
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G
/b
They're comin' down the street
C
/d
They're comin' right down the middle
G
/b
Look how they keep the beat
C
/d
Why they're as blue as the ocean
Em7
Bm7
How the sun shines down
C
G
How the feet hardly touch the ground
Am7
Bm7
C
/d
(
G
) Jolly Coppers on parade |
G
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G/b
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C
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C/d
| Here come the black and whites Here come the motorcycles Listen to those engines roar Now they're doin' tricks for the children Oh, they look so nice Looks like angels have come down from paradise Jolly Coppers on parade
Em7
Bm7
C
G
Oh, mama, that's the life for me
Am7
Bm7
C
/d
(
G
) When I'm grown, that's what I wanna be They're comin' down the street They're comin' right down the middle Look how they keep the beat Comin' through the heart of the city Oh, it's all so nice Looks like angels have come down from paradise Jolly Coppers on parade |
G
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G/b
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Am7
Bm7
C
/d
(
G
) Jolly Coppers on parade |
G
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G/b
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C
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C/d
| ...

In Germany Before The War

Gm
In Germany before the war
A/c#
There was a man who owned a store
Cm
Gm
In nineteen hundred thirty-four in Dusseldorf And every night at five-oh-nine He'd cross the park down to the Rhine And he'd sit there by the shore
Gm
I'm looking at the river
Cm
But I'm thinking of the sea
D
Thinking of the sea
D#
Thinking of the sea
Gm
I'm looking at the river
Cm
D
D#
But I'm thinking of the sea A little girl has lost her way With hair of gold and eyes of gray Reflected in his glasses as he watches her A little girl has lost her way With hair of gold and eyes of gray I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea We lie beneath the autumn sky My little golden girl and I And she lies very still

Sigmund Freud's Impersonation Of Albert Einstein In America

Capo:
I
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E
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B7
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B7
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E
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x2
E
B
E
The world of science is my game
E
A
And Albert Einstein is my name
B
E
I was born in Germany
A
And I'm happy to be
B7sus4
A
E
Here in the land of the brave and the free
A
Yes, I'm happy to be
B7sus4
A
E
Here in the land of the brave and the free
E
B
E
In the year of nineteen five
E
A
Merely trying to survive
B
E
Took my knapsack in my hand
A
B7sus4
A
Caught a train for Switzerland
E
F#m
Gdim
E/g#
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B|----------------|
G|1---2---3---4---|
D|2---2---2---2---|
A|----------------|
E|0---2---3---4---|
E
A
E
America, America
B
E
God shed his grace on thee
E
A
E
You have whipped the Filipino
B
E
Now you rule the Western Sea
E
B
E
Americans dream of gypsies, I have found
E
Gypsy knives and gypsy thighs
A
That pound and pound and pound and pound
B
A
E
And African appendages that almost reach the ground
B
A
And little boys playing baseball in the rain
E
F#m
Gdim
E/g#
E
A
E
America, America
B
E
Step out into the light
E
A
E
C#m
You're the best dream man has ever dreamed
E
E+
F#9
B7sus4
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A/e
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E
And may all your Christmases be white

Baltimore

Em
G
A7
C
Beat-up little seagull On a marble stair Tryin' to find the ocean Lookin' everywhere Hard times in the city In a hard town by the sea Ain't nowhere to run to There ain't nothin' here for free Hooker on the corner Waitin' for a train Drunk lyin' on the sidewalk Sleepin' in the rain And they hide their faces And they hide their eyes 'Cause the city's dyin' And they don't know why
Em
C
Dsus4
Bm7
Oh... Baltimore
D/c
C
Man, it's hard
Dsus4
Bm7
Just to live
Em
C
Dsus4
Bm7
Oh... Baltimore
D/c
C
Man, it's hard
Dsus4
Bm7
Just to live
Em
Just to live
Em
G
A7
C
Get my sister Sandy And my little brother Ray Buy a big old wagon To haul us all away Live out in the country Where the mountain's high Never comin' back there Till the day I die Oh... Baltimore...
Em
G
A7
C
Oh... Baltimore...
Em
G
A7
C

I'll Be Home

G
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C
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G
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C
G
D
D7
I'll be home, I'll be home
G
When your nights are troubled
C
And you're all alone
Em
A
When you're feeling down and need some sympathy
Em
A
And there's no one else around to keep you company
G
B7/f#
Em
Em/d
C
Remember, baby, you can always count on me
G
D
G
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C
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G
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C
I'll be home, I'll be home, I'll be home
G
D
D7
I'll be home, I'll be home
G
Wherever you may wander
C
And wherever you may roam
Em
A
You come back, and I'll be waiting here for you
Em
A
No one else will ever love you the way I do
G
B7/f#
Em
Em/d
C
I'll be here to comfort you, and see you through
G
D
G
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C
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G
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C
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G
I'll be home, I'll be home, I'll be home

Rider In The Rain

F#dim7 2x1212
C6 x35555
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C
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C
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F
C
Got a gun in my holster
F
C
Got a horse between my knees
F
F#dim7
C/g
(
Am
) And I'm goin' to Arizona
G
G/b
C
Pardon me, boys, if you please I have been a desperado Raped and pillaged 'cross the plain Now, I'm goin' to Arizona Just a rider in the rain
Am
C
He's a rider in the rain
F
C
He's a rider in the rain
F
F#dim7
C/g
(
Am
) And I'm goin' to Arizona
G
G/b
C
He's a rider in the rain Oh, my mother's in St. Louis And my bride's in Tennessee So, I'm goin' to Arizona With a banjo on my knee He's a rider in the rain (I'm a rider in the rain) He's a rider in the rain And I'm goin' to Arizona He's a rider in the rain Used to work in Uncle's feed store While he was fightin' in the war Now I'm goin' to Arizona Ain't gonna work for him no more I'm the son of the prairie And the wind that sweeps the plain So, I'm goin' to Arizona Just a rider in the rain He's a rider in the rain (I'm a rider in the rain) He's a rider in the rain (You know I'm a rider) And I'm goin' to Arizona Just a rider in the rain
C6
Take it boys...

Kathleen (Catholicism Made Easier)

Gm
F/g
Gm
There is a courtyard here in Chicago Down by the river where no one goes We could be married there in the courtyard By this old Spanish priest that no one knows And he'll say
Nel blu dipinto, dipinto di blu
Felice de stare, di stare lassu
That means you love him and he loves you
Piu bel ci sono, ci sei tu
Gm
F
Gm
Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen
Gm
F
Gm
The best one in the world
Gm
F
Gm
Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen
Gm
F
Dm
F
C
I've always been crazy 'bout Irish girls
Gm
F
Dm
F
C
Gm
I've always been crazy 'bout Irish girls Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey Come what may Hey, hey, hey, hey I'm gonna take you away, away Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen I've searched through all the world I dream of you, Kathleen I've always been crazy 'bout Irish girls I've always been crazy 'bout Irish girls

Old Man On The Farm

Capo:
III
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Em
B
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D
A
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Em
D
Em
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Em
B
D
A
Waitin' for some rain to fall
Em
B
F
C
Waitin' for some mail to come
Em
B
D
A
Waitin' for the dawn again
Em
Old man on the farm Milk the cow, slop the pigs Sweeping out the chicken house Drinking whiskey in the barn
G
D
D#dim
Em
Goodnight ladies
G
D
F
Em/c
Sorry if I stayed too long
G
D
D#dim
Em
So long, it's been good to know you
Em
B
D
A
I love the way I sing that song So long, it's been good to know you I love the way I sing that song