Don McLean - The more you pay

The auctioneer ^Dsaid, I'm not through yet, ^CHere's a horse the ^Alikes of which you've ^Dnever seen, G C \ B Am Em And the straw hats in the sun, with a face beneath each one, C\B G Am Shown doubtful and the auctioneer got mean. Do you ^Amthink that you can ^Gfind a horse like ^Fthis every ^Eday? I d^Amon't think there's any ^Gbetter on this^F earth,^E And the more you ^Ampay,^E the more it's ^Amworth.

Then out she ca^Dme, a snow-white mare, ^CPrancin' and a ^Adancin' in the ^Dsilver sun, G C \ B Am Em They watched her from behind, as she did her bump and grind, C\B G Am Walkin' naked, sad and graceful for their fun. Oh ^Amhow I wished I ^Gcould afford that ^Flady painte^Ed white, A ^Amqueen with high ^Gnobility of ^Fbirth,^E But the more you ^Ampay,^E the more it's ^Amworth.

My pockets ^Dhung with empty blues, ^CSilent heels were ^Astandin' on my ^Dgrowin' pains, G C \ B Am Em My bid was not too bad, two bits was all I had, C\B G Am And the stable boy just handed me the reins. Well the ^Amgallery went ^Gwild, and the ^Fauctioneer half ^Esmiled, ^Am What we don't ^Gsell we shoot or^F give away,^E 'Cause the more you ^Ampay,^E the more it's ^Amworth.

And ^Bmwhere was the ^Emboy, who ^Bmrode on her ^Emback, With his ^Bmarms holding ^Emtight round her n^Aeck? How ^Bmtightly he ^Emclung, When ^Bmthey both were ^Emyoung, And ^Cfate had^B not let ^Amthis poor girl be so ^EmDisgraced.