Burt Bacharach Fool Me Again Chords

1.Tamp 'Em Upwardly Solid
2.Tattler
3.Husband'due south a Fool
4.Jesus on the Mainline
5.It'due south All Over Now
6.Medley: Fool For a Cigarette/Feelin' Adept
7.If Walls Could Talk
8.Mexican Divorce
nine.Ditty Wah Ditty

TAMP 'EM UP SOLID
(Traditional)

Drop D Tuning

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Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down
A D
Tamp 'em upward solid, buddy, so they won't come down
D
Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down
A D
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come downwardly

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Baby, when yous marry your railroad man
A D
Every solar day'll be pay day, dollar bill in your hand
G D
Baby, in your hand, babe, in your mitt
Thou D
Infant, in your hand, baby, in your hand
D
Mary and the baby laying in the bed
A D
Thinking near the money that I own't made
D
And then tamp 'em up solid then they won't come downward
A D
Tamp 'em upwardly solid, buddy, so they won't come down

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Helm chosen the water male child and the water boy laughed
D A D
Captain kicked the water boy yelling, "Yes, yes, yes"
D
So tamp 'em upwardly solid, and then they won't come down
A D
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down
Thou D 1000
And you lot can do it, and you can do it, and you can practise
it
G D
So they won't come downwardly
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TATTLER
(Ry Cooder/Russ Titelman/Washington Phillips)

Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees,
In that location's always some kind of adult female that's a-puttin' him up a tree.
Now that kind of homo, he ain't got as much sense as a mule.
Y'all know, everyone don't love you, they're simply a-playin' you for a fool

Mmmm, oh, no,
It's not hard for you to understand.
True love can be such a sugariness harmony
If you practise the all-time that you lot can.

If y'all marry the wrong kind of woman and you get where you can't agree,
Well, yous just every bit well could get your hat and let that woman be.
But a human being oughta make a good hubby and quit tryin' to lead a fast life.
Goin' about dressin' up other women won't put wearing apparel on his ain wife

Well, there's lots of proficient women who wants to marry, and they want to live well at abode.
But they're 'fraid they'll might get hold of a rowdy homo, can't let other women solitary.
And there's lots of good men wants to marry, and they wants to alive well at dwelling.
But every fourth dimension they turn their back, at that place'due south some other man there askin', "Darlin', is he gone?"

MARRIED MAN'S A FOOL
(Willie McTell)

Had a friend, Louie Chocolate-brown, he was a deacon
Just as wise as he could be
At present I realized he could read the Good Book
Back from Revelations downwards to Genesis
You know last Sunday morning nosotros was over to the church
My buddy wants to accept him a stand
And he looks out upon that whole congregation
The Good Book in his hand

Now he bandage his eye nigh, and then he looks over in the Amen Corner
All the sisters commenced to shout [What'd he say ?]
He said a married man's a fool to think that his wife love nobody else but him
She stick by you lot all your life the chances is mighty slim
At present you read the Adept Book, affiliate twenty-one:
Every married woman got to take a little fun
Read on over chapter twenty-two:
It's a sin to allow that woman make a fool outta you lot
Now you read a footling further, chapter twenty-three:
She two-time y'all, blood brother, like she double-crossed me
Read on back, over chapter ten:
She shimmy 1 time, you got the problem again
'Cause a married man'southward a fool to think that his married woman
Loves nobody else but him, I mean, loves nobody else only him

Well, a married man's a fool to call back that his wife
Loves nobody else simply him
She stands by you all your life the chances is mighty and slim
Now you read on over twenty-fifth page:
Married womens, Lord, is hard to engage
Read kinda conscientious, chapter twenty-six:
Dorsum door slamming you got to acquire to get it stock-still
Read on out, chapter xx-eight:
Who's that back slidin' out through the dorsum gate ?
I believe I'll close on chapter twenty-ix:
Woman get tired of the same man all the fourth dimension
'Cause a married man'due south fool to recollect that his wife love nobody else but him

JESUS ON THE MAINLINE
(Traditional)
(C) - (F) - (G)

(C) Now, Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
(F) Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you (C) want
Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you desire
Yous can (G) call Him upward and (F) tell Him what you lot (C) want

Well, the line own't never decorated
Tell Him what you lot want
Wo, that line ain't never busy
Tell Him what yous want
The line ain't never busy
Tell Him what you lot desire
Y'all can call Him up
And tell Him what yous want

At present, if you're sick and wanna get well
Tell Him what you want
Oo, if y'all're sick and you wanna get well
Tell Him what you desire
If you're sick and you wanna go well
Tell Him what y'all want
You can telephone call Him up and tell Him what you want

Well, if you lot want your soul converted
Tell Him what y'all want
If you lot want your soul converted
Tell Him what y'all want
If yous want your soul converted
Tell Him what y'all desire
You can phone call Him upwards and tell Him what y'all want

Now, if your soul's in danger
Tell Him what y'all desire
If your soul's in danger
Tell Him what you desire
If your soul's in danger
Tell Him what you desire
You can call Him upwardly and tell Him what you want

I know Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
Call Him up, call Him up, telephone call Him upwards, phone call Him up
Call Him upward and tell Him what y'all desire

Information technology'S ALL OVER Now
(Bobby & Shirley Womack)
(C) - (G) - (F)

(C) Well, baby used to stay out all nighttime long
She made me cry and she did me wrong
She had my nose open, that'due south no lie
The tabular array's take turned, now it's her plow to weep
Because I (G) used to love her, (F) only it'due south all over (C) at present
Considering I (G) used to beloved her, (F) simply it'due south all over (C) now

She used to run around with every human in town
She spent all my money tryying to play that loftier class game
She put me down, it was a compassion how I cried
The table'south take turned, now it's her turn to cry
Because I used to love her, but it's all over at present
Considering I used to honey her, just it's all over now

I used to wake up in the forenoon, get my breakfast in bed
Whenever I got worried, she would rub my aching head
Just now she's here and in that location, with every human being in boondocks
Still trying to accept me for that aforementioned old clown
Considering I used to dearest her, simply information technology's all over now
Because I used to honey her, but it's all over now

MEDLEY: FOOL FOR A CIGARETTE/FEELIN' GOOD
(Sidney Bailey)/(J.B. Lenoir/Jim Dickinson)

Uhm, I'one thousand a fool for a cigarette
Lord, I'k fool for a cigarette
When yous've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it
Lord, I'thousand fool for a cigarette

Mind when you throw your cigarette
Heed when you throw your cigarette
When you've finished asphyxiate it 'cause I wanna fume information technology
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette

Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
Uhm, I'grand fool for a cigarette
When you've finished choke it 'crusade I wanna smoke it
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette

Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world spent onl feelin' good
Well, the wino met me on the streets
Said, "Help me on to some Sneakin' Pete
Delight, assistance me brother, I wish you would
'Cause I feel so bad and I wanna feel skilful"
Feelin' proficient, feelin' expert
All the money in the earth is spent on feelin' good

Well, you meet them folks all dressed so fine
Dancing, drinking champagne and wine
They'd compression your pockets now if they could
'Cause they ain't doing zippo simply feelin' practiced
Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world is spent on feelin' good

Ruby, yellow, black or tan
Makes no difference: a homo's a man
They oughta live together now if they could
Then the whole wide globe would exist feelin' proficient
Feelin' skillful, feelin' good
All the money in the world spent on feelin' good
Feelin' good, feelin' good
All the money in the world spent on feelin' skillful

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IF WALLS COULD TALK
(Bobby Miller)

Well, if things could talk then I'grand sure yous'd hear
A lot of things to make you cry my dear
Ain't you glad [Own't you glad]
Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
Own't you glad [Glad]
Glad that things don't talk

At present, if shoes could tell where they've been
When you lot say you've been visiting a friend
Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
He-he-hey, ain't y'all glad [Own't y'all glad]
But ain't you glad [Glad]
Glad that shoes don't talk

Now, if doors could tell who'southward turned the knob
When he'southward abroad out on his job
If cars could tell who's been within
And who'southward been taking you out for a ride
Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
Oh, ain't you lot glad [Ain't you glad]
Simply ain't you glad [Glad]
Glad that cars don't talk

In a world of problem I'd be
If things always told on me
My whole life would be through
'Crusade I'm guilty, how near you ?
If things e'er talk that mode
Ain't no telling what they might say
Ain't you lot glad [Ain't you glad]
Oh, ain't y'all glad [Ain't you glad]
Ain't you glad [Glad]
Glad that things don't talk

MEXICAN DIVORCE
(Burt Bacharach/Bob Hilliard)

D
Down below El Paso lies Juarez
Bm G A
Mexico is different like the travel folder says
D Bm
Cross the Rio Grande and you lot will find
G A M A D
An quondam adobe house where you leave your past behind
1000 D
One day married next day free
A D
Broken heart for y'all and me
G D Em F#1000 Em D
It's a sin for us to get a Mexican divorce
D
I came into this lone house terminal night
Bm 1000 A
I looked out of my window simply I couldn't discover one lite
D Bm
I lost yous on that road to United mexican states
G A G A D
And now my love I beg darlin please oh please don't become
One thousand D
Ane day married side by side day gratuitous
A D
Broken heart for you and me
G D Em F#yard Em D
It's no time for us to get a Mexican divorce

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G D A D
Finding love takes so long walking out well it must be wrong
G D
It'due south no time for us to get
Em F#m Em D
A Mexican divorce
G D
I twenty-four hours married next day free
A D
Broken heart for you and me
One thousand D Em F#chiliad Em D
It'due south a sin for u.s. to become a Mexican divorce

DITTY WAH DITTY
(Arthur Blake)
(C) - (C7) - (F) - (G7)

(C) At that place's a (G7) great big (C) mistery
And it (G7) certain is (C7) worrying me
It's a (F) ditty wah ditty
Mister (C) ditty wah ditty
I wished (Yard) somebody would tell me what (F) ditty wah ditty (C) means

I went out and walked around
Somebody yelled, "At present who's in boondocks ?"
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means

Some little girl 'bout iv-feet-four
Said, "Come up on, papa, and gimme some mo'"
Your ditty wah ditty
Your ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty ways

I went to church, put my chapeau on the seat
A lady sat on information technology and said, "Daddy y'all sho' is sweet"
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means

I said, "Sister, I'll soon be gone
Just requite me that matter that you're sitting on"
My ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty ways

And so I got put outta the church building
'Cause I talked about ditty wah ditty too much
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty ways

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