CALL ME MR. IN-BETWEEN
by Burl Ives (Died 1995 at age 85)
[(1962)]
[G]Well, I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women
I've [D]looked all around and my hopes are a-dimmin'
I f[C]eel like a fish not allowed any swimmin'
And it makes a fella [D]mean
To f[G]eel he's a part of the Lost Generation
I f[D]eel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
I w[C]ork like a dog with no recreation
They call me Mr. In-Betw[D]een
(Mr. In-B[G]etween, Mr. In-Bet[D]ween Pickin's mighty l[C]ean, Mr
. In-Bet[D]ween)
Got a h[G]otrod Chevy with a twin carburetor
And [D]I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater
And s[C]he's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er
You see what I m[D]ean
Those s[G]weet little things just set me a-droolin'
I'm t[D]oo big for sodas and I'm too old for schoolin'
Too y[C]oung for lovin' but I'm too old for foolin'
They call me Mr. In-Bet[D]ween
(Mr. In-Betw[G]een, Mr. In-Betw[D]een Pickin's mighty l[C]ean, Mr
. In-Bet[D]ween)
I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle
I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle
I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle
And, Lordy, I'm turnin' green
To see all the men makin' time with the ladies
The high school kids at the show with their babies
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
They call me Mr. In-Between
(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between Pickin's mighty lean, Mr. In-Between)
by Burl Ives (Died 1995 at age 85)
[(1962)]
[G]Well, I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women
I've [D]looked all around and my hopes are a-dimmin'
I f[C]eel like a fish not allowed any swimmin'
And it makes a fella [D]mean
To f[G]eel he's a part of the Lost Generation
I f[D]eel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
I w[C]ork like a dog with no recreation
They call me Mr. In-Betw[D]een
(Mr. In-B[G]etween, Mr. In-Bet[D]ween Pickin's mighty l[C]ean, Mr
. In-Bet[D]ween)
Got a h[G]otrod Chevy with a twin carburetor
And [D]I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater
And s[C]he's got a Daddy with a Caddy that'll date 'er
You see what I m[D]ean
Those s[G]weet little things just set me a-droolin'
I'm t[D]oo big for sodas and I'm too old for schoolin'
Too y[C]oung for lovin' but I'm too old for foolin'
They call me Mr. In-Bet[D]ween
(Mr. In-Betw[G]een, Mr. In-Betw[D]een Pickin's mighty l[C]ean, Mr
. In-Bet[D]ween)
I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle
I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle
I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle
And, Lordy, I'm turnin' green
To see all the men makin' time with the ladies
The high school kids at the show with their babies
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
They call me Mr. In-Between
(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between Pickin's mighty lean, Mr. In-Between)
