The Gallery taby ukulele według Joni Mitchell

# Joni plays this on her guitar in C#F#C#F#A#C# tuning. 
# This way is not fit to the recording exactly but is 
# in the key of F#.  I play this version with a capo on 
# the first fret since none of the chords calls for an 
# open string.  Enjoy!


F#                    B 
When I first saw your gallery
Abm                 F#    B
I liked the ones of ladies
     F#           B           
Then you began to hang up me
Abm            F#        B
You studied to portray me

   F#      
In ice and greens
    Bbm
And old blue jeans
    Ebm          C#
And naked in the roses
     F#           B 
Then you got into funny scenes
Abm                   F#
That all your work discloses

             Abm          Ebm B
"Lady, don't love me now I am dead
       F#               Ebm  F#
I am a saint, turn down your bed
          Abm                     B
I have no heart," that's what you said
                    F#
You said, "I can be cruel
                     B    F#
But let me be gentle with you"

F#             B
Somewhere in a magazine
  Abm          F#       B
I found a page about you
F#                  B
I see that now it's Josephine
 Abm             F#       B
Who cannot be without you

F#                   Bbm
I keep your house in fit repair
  Ebm                C#
I dust the portraits daily
     F#                   B
Your mail comes here from everywhere
    Abm                F#  
The writing looks like ladies'

              Abm            Ebm B
"Lady, please love me now, I am dead
       F#               Ebm  F#
I am a saint, turn down your bed
          Abm                     B
I have no heart," that's what you said
                     F#
You said, "I can be cruel
                     B    F#
But let me be gentle with you"

F#                B
I gave you all my pretty years
Abm              F#      B
Then we began to weather
F#                B
And I was left to winter here
Abm                     F#       B
While you went west for pleasure

F#                    Bbm 
And now you're flying back this way
     Ebm              C#
Like some lost homing pigeon
F#                     B 
They've monitored your brain, you say
    Abm                F#
And changed you with religion

              Abm           Ebm B
"Lady, please love me now I was dead
        F#               Ebm  F#
I am no saint, turn down your bed
                  Abm                     B
Lady, have you no heart," that's what you said
               F#
Well, I can be cruel
                     B    F#
But let me be gentle with you

F#                    B
When I first saw your gallery
 Abm                F#     B
I liked the ones of ladies
F#                  B
But now their faces follow me
Abm                     F#    B F#
And all their eyes look shady





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