If I Were A Rich Man taby ukulele według Fiddler On The Roof

A                                                                  A7
If I were a rich man, Ya ba dibbie dibbie, doobie dibbie dibbie dibbie dum
Dm                   Am                      E                 E7    
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum, if I were a wealthy man
A                                                                A7
I wouldn't have to work hard, Ya ba dibbie dibbie, doobie dibbie dibbie dibbie dum
Dm            Am                     E      E7           A
If I were a biddy biddy rich, idle-deedle-didle-didle man


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I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen, right in the middle of the town
  Dm                       G             A      (A7)
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
    Dm                        G                    C    Am
There would be one long staircase just going up, and one even longer coming down, 
  Dm                B7(D#)       E7
and one more leading nowhere, just for show


               D                             G7 
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese 
         C                            Am
and ducks for the town to see and hear
   Dm               G           A     (A7)
Squawking just as noisily as they can
                  Dm                           G 
And each loud "cheep" and "squawk" and "honk" and "quack"
            C                     Am
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
    Dm                  B7(D#)         E7
As if to say, "Here lives a wealthy man"
 
(Chorus) 

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I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife with a proper double chin
  Dm              G              A      (A7)
Supervising meals to her heart's delight
    Dm                       G                                  C         Am
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock—Oh what a happy mood she's in
    Dm                  B7(D#)           E7
Screaming at the servants, day and night
  E7     G         F                         C  Bb  A 
The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
Dm 
They would ask me to advise them,
Bb
Like a Solomon the Wise.
Gm
"If you please, Reb Tevye..."
Gm
"Pardon me, Reb Tevye..."
A7
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes!


Dm                G7                      C              A7
And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
Dm                  B7(D#)           E7
When you're rich, they think you really know!
     D                             G7 
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
  C                            Am
To sit in the synagogue and pray.

 Dm            G                A     (A7)
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.

 Dm                           G                         C         A7
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
Dm                B7(D#)           E7
That would be the sweetest thing of all.


A                                                                  A7
If I were a rich man, Ya ba dibbie dibbie, doobie dibbie dibbie dibbie dum
Dm                   Am                      E               E7       
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum, if I were a wealthy man
 A                                                              A7
I wouldn't have to work hard, Ya ba dibbie dibbie, doobie dibbie dibbie dibbie dum
Dm                 Am
Lord, who made the lion and the lamb
Dm                 Am
You decreed I should be what I am
Dm                 Am
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan
Dm            E7   A
If I were a wealthy man