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Words and Music by James Taylor
(c) 1976, 1980 Country Road Music
Note: Capo II in E
Em7 A7Sus4 Dmaj7 D
Ricky's been kick-ing the gong
[F#m7]lickety [B7]split didn't [Emaj7]take too [E]long
A [G]junkie's [C]sick, a [F#m7]monkey's st[B7]rong
[E]That's what[C#m7]'s wron[A]g
Em7 A7Sus4 Dmaj7 D
Well, I guess he's been messing around downtown
[F#m7]so sad to [B7]see the man l[Emaj7]osing gro[E]und
[G]winding d[C]own behi[F#m7]nd closed d[B7]oors
[E]on all four[C#m7]s[A]
[C]Mama, don't you call him my nam[G]e;
he can't h[D]ear you [D/E]anymor[A]e
[C]Even if he seems the s[G]ame to you
that's a [D]stranger [Bm7]to your [Esus4]door[E]
[C]Ask him what's he [G/B]come here for[A]
Oh my God, a monkey can move a man
Send him to hell and home again
With an empty hand in the afternoon
shooting for the moon
It's halfway sick and it's halfway stoned
He'd sure like to kick but he's too far gone
so they wind him down with the methadone
He's all on his own
But baby, don't you throw your love away
I hate to seem unkind
It's only that I understand the man
that the monkey can leave behind
I used to think he was a friend of mine
Em7 A7Sus4 Dmaj7 D, F#m7 B7 Emaj7 E, G C F#m7 B7, E C#m7 A (slower)
La, la, la, ...
F#m C#m7 F#m7 C#m7 F#m7, F#m C#m7 F#m7 C#m7 A/B, C D E, F#m7 B7sus4 F#m.
La, la, la, ...
Words and Music by James Taylor
(c) 1976, 1980 Country Road Music
Note: Capo II in E
Em7 A7Sus4 Dmaj7 D
Ricky's been kick-ing the gong
[F#m7]lickety [B7]split didn't [Emaj7]take too [E]long
A [G]junkie's [C]sick, a [F#m7]monkey's st[B7]rong
[E]That's what[C#m7]'s wron[A]g
Em7 A7Sus4 Dmaj7 D
Well, I guess he's been messing around downtown
[F#m7]so sad to [B7]see the man l[Emaj7]osing gro[E]und
[G]winding d[C]own behi[F#m7]nd closed d[B7]oors
[E]on all four[C#m7]s[A]
[C]Mama, don't you call him my nam[G]e;
he can't h[D]ear you [D/E]anymor[A]e
[C]Even if he seems the s[G]ame to you
that's a [D]stranger [Bm7]to your [Esus4]door[E]
[C]Ask him what's he [G/B]come here for[A]
Oh my God, a monkey can move a man
Send him to hell and home again
With an empty hand in the afternoon
shooting for the moon
It's halfway sick and it's halfway stoned
He'd sure like to kick but he's too far gone
so they wind him down with the methadone
He's all on his own
But baby, don't you throw your love away
I hate to seem unkind
It's only that I understand the man
that the monkey can leave behind
I used to think he was a friend of mine
Em7 A7Sus4 Dmaj7 D, F#m7 B7 Emaj7 E, G C F#m7 B7, E C#m7 A (slower)
La, la, la, ...
F#m C#m7 F#m7 C#m7 F#m7, F#m C#m7 F#m7 C#m7 A/B, C D E, F#m7 B7sus4 F#m.
La, la, la, ...