Oh, Galuppi Baldassa[C]re, though I n[C/B]ever knew your [Am]name[F]
It's [C]thanks to Mr. [C/B]Browning you are [Am]with us just the [F]same
[G]Thanks to Mr. Browning, [G7]blowing on the flame
Well here you [C]come with your old music, and here's all the good it brings
You say they [F]lived like this in Venice, when the merchants were the [C]kings
And though I [G]never left old Boston, still you [F]showed me [G]every[C]thing
Did the [C]young folks take their pleasure? Was the ocean warm in May?
Did the [F]parties start at midnight, did they roll until mid[C]day?
And did the [G]ladies bloom like bellflowers, every [F]time you'd [G]start to [C]play?
Well, I [C]bet that they all loved you, I bet they stood around and cheered
Saying, "[F]That's what I call music, good for joy and good for [C]tears.
Now [G]let's stop all this talking, and [F]let it [G]fill our [C]ears?
Well, the [Am]minor third's so [G]bitter, the [Em]six chord like a [F]sigh
[G]Suspension, solution, asking must we [Am]die, must we [Am/G]die, must we [D/F#]die?
And the [F]seventh says, "Well fellas, [G]life might not last, but we can try"
So were you [C]happy? I was happy. You still happy? Yes, and you?
Then more [F]kisses! Why'd we stop them, when a million seemed so [C]few?
There's [G]something in that music, lord it [F]must be [G]answered [C]to
Then they [Am]left you for their [G]fortunes, in [Em]due time one by [F]one
Some had [G]lives that came to nothing, some went and did [Am]things they'd [Am/G]better not have [D/F#]done
And then [F]death stepped up and took 'em [G]where they'll never see the sun
Oh, but [C]you, you ghostly cricket, singing where the house has burned
"Dust and [F]ashes, dead and done with, Venice spent what Venice [C]earned"
But what's [G]left behind I wonder, when the [F]kissing [G]has ad[C]journed?
?Dust and [C]ashes?, so you tell me, and I cannot say you're wrong
Still those [F]dear dead dancing ladies with their hair so soft and [C]long
Stir a [G]little in their slumber, every [F]time we [G]play your [C]song
'Cause the [Am]minor third's still [G]bitter, the [Em]six chord makes us [F]sigh
[G]Suspension, solution, asking must we [Am]die, must[Am/G] we also [D/F#]die?
And the [F]seventh still says, "Well, [G]life might not last, but we can [C]try" [C/B][Am][F]
OUTRO: C C/B Am F
Ga[C]luppi Baldas[C/B]sare
Ga[Am]luppi Baldas[F]sare
Ga[C]luppi, oh Ga[C/B]luppi [Am] [F] [C]
It's [C]thanks to Mr. [C/B]Browning you are [Am]with us just the [F]same
[G]Thanks to Mr. Browning, [G7]blowing on the flame
Well here you [C]come with your old music, and here's all the good it brings
You say they [F]lived like this in Venice, when the merchants were the [C]kings
And though I [G]never left old Boston, still you [F]showed me [G]every[C]thing
Did the [C]young folks take their pleasure? Was the ocean warm in May?
Did the [F]parties start at midnight, did they roll until mid[C]day?
And did the [G]ladies bloom like bellflowers, every [F]time you'd [G]start to [C]play?
Well, I [C]bet that they all loved you, I bet they stood around and cheered
Saying, "[F]That's what I call music, good for joy and good for [C]tears.
Now [G]let's stop all this talking, and [F]let it [G]fill our [C]ears?
Well, the [Am]minor third's so [G]bitter, the [Em]six chord like a [F]sigh
[G]Suspension, solution, asking must we [Am]die, must we [Am/G]die, must we [D/F#]die?
And the [F]seventh says, "Well fellas, [G]life might not last, but we can try"
So were you [C]happy? I was happy. You still happy? Yes, and you?
Then more [F]kisses! Why'd we stop them, when a million seemed so [C]few?
There's [G]something in that music, lord it [F]must be [G]answered [C]to
Then they [Am]left you for their [G]fortunes, in [Em]due time one by [F]one
Some had [G]lives that came to nothing, some went and did [Am]things they'd [Am/G]better not have [D/F#]done
And then [F]death stepped up and took 'em [G]where they'll never see the sun
Oh, but [C]you, you ghostly cricket, singing where the house has burned
"Dust and [F]ashes, dead and done with, Venice spent what Venice [C]earned"
But what's [G]left behind I wonder, when the [F]kissing [G]has ad[C]journed?
?Dust and [C]ashes?, so you tell me, and I cannot say you're wrong
Still those [F]dear dead dancing ladies with their hair so soft and [C]long
Stir a [G]little in their slumber, every [F]time we [G]play your [C]song
'Cause the [Am]minor third's still [G]bitter, the [Em]six chord makes us [F]sigh
[G]Suspension, solution, asking must we [Am]die, must[Am/G] we also [D/F#]die?
And the [F]seventh still says, "Well, [G]life might not last, but we can [C]try" [C/B][Am][F]
OUTRO: C C/B Am F
Ga[C]luppi Baldas[C/B]sare
Ga[Am]luppi Baldas[F]sare
Ga[C]luppi, oh Ga[C/B]luppi [Am] [F] [C]
