CAPO: 2nd Fret
INTRO: C
Picasso's in the kitchen stirring up a stew
He pours himself a bowl and then he fixes me one too[F]
And we sit out on the terrace and the birds fly through the trees
And he [C]captures them on canvas and I capture them in dreams[G]
And we pass a lazy afternoon, as happy as can [C]be
With the [Am7]brushes and the turpentine[F]
Picass[C]o and me
He picked me up in Paris, I was scrounging in the streets
He shared his cream for coffee and I curled up at his feet
And [F]ever since that moment I've been his confidante
He [C]says that it's uncanny how I know just what he wants[G]
But we both like our freedom and quiet compa[C]ny
In the [Am7]end we're not so different[F]
Picass[C]o and me
BRIDGE:
[G]Sometimes he gets angry when they [C]say he's just a fraud
And he [F]curses at the canvas and he [C]shakes his fist at god
Who [Am7]are these rogues, who [C]are these fools
Who [F]made this game, who [C]made these r[G]ules[C]
The critics criticize him and the women come and go
They'll never understand him, they don't know what I know
They're [F]just too damned demanding, they just won't let him be
And I'm [C]glad to see them go and then it's back to him and me[G]
And the lazy summer afternoons, the [C]sunlight through the trees
The [Am7]brushes and the turpentine[F]
And Picass[C]o and me[G]
Just Picass[C]o and me
INTRO: C
Picasso's in the kitchen stirring up a stew
He pours himself a bowl and then he fixes me one too[F]
And we sit out on the terrace and the birds fly through the trees
And he [C]captures them on canvas and I capture them in dreams[G]
And we pass a lazy afternoon, as happy as can [C]be
With the [Am7]brushes and the turpentine[F]
Picass[C]o and me
He picked me up in Paris, I was scrounging in the streets
He shared his cream for coffee and I curled up at his feet
And [F]ever since that moment I've been his confidante
He [C]says that it's uncanny how I know just what he wants[G]
But we both like our freedom and quiet compa[C]ny
In the [Am7]end we're not so different[F]
Picass[C]o and me
BRIDGE:
[G]Sometimes he gets angry when they [C]say he's just a fraud
And he [F]curses at the canvas and he [C]shakes his fist at god
Who [Am7]are these rogues, who [C]are these fools
Who [F]made this game, who [C]made these r[G]ules[C]
The critics criticize him and the women come and go
They'll never understand him, they don't know what I know
They're [F]just too damned demanding, they just won't let him be
And I'm [C]glad to see them go and then it's back to him and me[G]
And the lazy summer afternoons, the [C]sunlight through the trees
The [Am7]brushes and the turpentine[F]
And Picass[C]o and me[G]
Just Picass[C]o and me
