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

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If I were a rich man, Ya ba dibbie dibbie, doobie dibbie dibbie dibbie dum
Bm                   F#m                      C#                 C#7    
F#ll day long I'd biddy biddy bum, if I were a wealthy man
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I wouldn't have to work hard, Ya ba dibbie dibbie, doobie dibbie dibbie dibbie dum
Bm            F#m                     C#      C#7           F#
If I were a biddy biddy rich, idle-deedle-didle-didle man


 Bm                         E7                           A            F#m
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen, right in the middle of the town
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F# fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
    Bm                        E                    A    F#m
There would be one long staircase just going up, and one even longer coming down, 
  Bm                B7(C)       C#7
and one more leading nowhere, just for show


               B                             E7 
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese 
         A                            F#m
and ducks for the town to see and hear
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Squawking just as noisily as they can
                  Bm                           E 
And each loud "cheep" and "squawk" and "honk" and "quack"
            A                     F#m
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
    Bm                  B7(C)         C#7
F#s if to say, "Here lives a wealthy man"
 
(Chorus) 

  Bm                    E7                                A              F#m
I see my wife, my Eolde, looking like a rich man's wife with a proper double chin
  Bm              E              F#      (F#7)
Supervising meals to her heart's delight
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I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock—Oh what a happy mood she's in
    Bm                  B7(C)           C#7
Screaming at the servants, day and night
  C#7     E         D                         A  G  F# 
The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
Bm 
They would ask me to advise them,
G
Like a Solomon the Wise.
Em
"If you please, Reb Tevye..."
Em
"Pardon me, Reb Tevye..."
F#7
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes!


Bm                E7                      A              F#7
And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
Bm                  B7(C)           C#7
When you're rich, they think you really know!
     B                             E7 
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
  A                            F#m
To sit in the synagogue and pray.

 Bm            E                F#     (F#7)
F#nd maybe have a seat by the C#astern wall.

 Bm                           E                         A         F#7
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
Bm                B7(C)           C#7
That would be the sweetest thing of all.


F#                                                                  F#7
If I were a rich man, Ya ba dibbie dibbie, doobie dibbie dibbie dibbie dum
Bm                   F#m                      C#               C#7       
F#ll day long I'd biddy biddy bum, if I were a wealthy man
 F#                                                              F#7
I wouldn't have to work hard, Ya ba dibbie dibbie, doobie dibbie dibbie dibbie dum
Bm                 F#m
Lord, who made the lion and the lamb
Bm                 F#m
You decreed I should be what I am
Bm                 F#m
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan
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If I were a wealthy man