Put Your Records On taby ukulele według Corinne Bailey Rae (Chwyty barytonu)

G                   A7
Three little birds, sat on my window.

C                                      G
And they told me I don't need to worry.

G                        
Summer came like cinnamon

A7
So sweet,

C                                         G
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
 
Em    A7         C                   A7             
Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright

C                               A7                         Am7
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same

Am7
Oh, don't you hesitate.

G                          A7
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song

C                               G
You go ahead, let your hair down

G                         A7
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,

C                                 G
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

A7                         C          G
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

G                   A7
Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,

C                                      G
Sipping tea in a bar by the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)

G
Don't you let those other boys fool you,

C                             G
Got to love that afro hair do.

Em    A7         C                   A7   
Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright

C                               A7                         Am7
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.

Am7
Don't you think it's strange?

G                          A7
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song

C                               G
You go ahead, let your hair down

G                         A7
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,

C                                 G
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

A7                         C          G
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

C
'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake

Em                                              C
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger

                                                    A7
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?

Am7
Do what you want to.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow