bert jansch – three chord trick lyrics
fell in love at sixteen with a folk+singing lady
who sang so sweetly “my johnny is a shoemaker”
she taught me c and g and the songs of woody guthrie
i was prouder than punch, hoping that her young man would forsake her
’twas in a dingy little folk club, down the high street
first had a taste of that bitter sweet refrain, on my brain
pick a bale of cotton in the key of g
a folksinger’s life is the life for me
now, old man johnny was a basket weaver
with a bottle in his hand, a bundle of canes on his back
now, when he was blind drunk, all he could weave
was a tiny babie’s rattle, with beer+bottle tops from his sack
’twas in a dingy little folk club, down the high street
first had a taste of that bitter sweet refrain, on my brain
pick a bale of cotton in the key of g
a folksinger’s life is the life for me
i remember the night a nymphomaniac lady
with l+st in her eyes, she grabbed me and pushed me through the door
now, she played with poor w+lly and i sure felt silly
playing my guitar, i was flat on my back on the floor
’twas in a dingy little folk club, down the high street
first had a taste of that bitter sweet refrain, on my brain
pick a bale of cotton in the key of g
a folksinger’s life is the life for me
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