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I m m m S s 7 6 5 D 7 6 5 C 7 6 5 B 7 6 5 E 7 6 5 E 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 Island Charter l E x s o e a t h ic c m T n r Lu o ip - Free n c . d n m 7 6 5 d 7 6 5 D 7 6 5 F 7 6 5 E 7 6 5 E i 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 w d l a B 8 K Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, A tale of a fateful trip, That started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailing man, the skipper brave and sure, Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour, a three hour tour. w w So this is the tale of our castaways, they're here for a long, long time. They'll have to make the best of things, it's an uphill climb. w w The first mate and his skipper too, will do their very best, to make the others comfortable, in the tropic island nest. w w So join us here each week my friend, you're sure to get a smile, From seven stranded Castaways, Here on Gilligan's Isle. y y b b e e d d a a The weather started getting rough, The tiny ship was tossed. If not for the courage of the fearless crew, The Minnow would be lost, The Minnow would be lost. M M No phones, no lights no motor cars, not a single luxury. Like Robinson Crusoe, it's primitive as can be. The ship's aground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle, With Gilligan... The Skipper too... The Millionaire... And his wife... Ukulele Music that The Movie Star.... The Professor and Mary-Ann. fits in your case Here on Gilligan's Island! n Acres ee r Vic Mizzy G Made by K8Baldwin Chords K8 7 6 5 C 7 6 5 g 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 Pluck Pattern 7 6 5 A 7 6 5 A7 7 6 5 D 7 6 5 D7 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 1 2 Green Acres is the place to be Farm livin' is the life for me Land spreadin' out so far and wide Keep Manhattan, just gimme that countryside. 3 New York is where I'd rather stay I get allergic smelling hay I just adore a penthouse view Darling, I love you, but give me Park Avenue. 4 The chores! The stores! Fresh air! Times Square! You are my wife. Goodbye, city life. 5 Green Acres, we are there! erican Am P eacher Play this o i a T n Yo e h /youtu. b e / v49a uT Don Mclean tc :/ h-f j u a ttp Cj be W h Q m m 7 6 5 g 7 6 5 E 7 6 5 A 7 6 5 C 7 6 5 D 7 6 5 D7 7 6 5 A7 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 INtro A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance outtro I met a girl who sang the blues so I asked her for some happy news but she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store. Where I heard the music years before. INtro and maybe they'd be happy for a while. But February made me shiver with every paper I'd delivered. Bad news on the doorstep, outtro But the man there said the music wouldn't play. And in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken. INtro I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride. Something touched me deep inside, outtro The church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most: the father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast, M a 2-Strums, even timing. 1 The day the music died. We started Singin’ d Single Strum. e 2 So bye-bye, Miss American Pie. ds By b Or Uku 3 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry. CH le le 4 And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and Rye, y N M I i K8B a l d w ke CHORUS 5 Singing this'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I die. ican Pi er e Play this acher on Y m Don Mclean Te . b e /v49a ou h a you t u h-f T tc : / / jC ub a tp jQ e A W h t m m 7 6 5 g 7 6 5 E 7 6 5 A 7 6 5 C 7 6 5 D 7 6 5 D7 7 6 5 A7 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 4 3 2 1 Verse 1 Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above? If the Bible tells you so. Now do you believe in rock and roll? M Verse 2 Now for ten years, we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rolling stone. But that's not how it used to be. When the jester sang for the King & Queen a d Verse 3 Helter skelter in the summer swelter. The birds flew off with a fallout shelter. Eight miles high and falling fast, it landed foul on the grass. e Verse 4 And there we were all in one place, A generation lost in space. With no time left, to start again. So come on, Jack be nimble, jack be quick, b y K 8 8 B Verse 1 Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well I know that you're in love with him 'cause I saw you dancing in the gym, B a Verse 2 in a coat he borrowed from James Dean and a voice that came from you and me Oh and while the king was looking down the jester stole his thorny crown a l l d The players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the sidelines in a cast. Now, the half time air was sweet perfume while the seargeants played a marching tune. d w Verse 3 w i Verse 4 Jack flash sat on a candlestick. 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend. And as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage. i n n Verse 1 You both kicked off your shoes,Man I dig those rhythm and blues! I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck, with a pink carnation and a pick-up truck. But I knew I was out of luck, Verse 2 The court room was adjourned no verdict was returned. And while Lennon read a book on Marx, the court kept practice in the park.