Harry Chapin - 30000 pounds of bananas

^GIt was just after dark when the truck started down the ^Chill that leads into ^CmScranton Pennsyl^Gvania. Carrying t^Fhirty th^Emousand po^Dmunds of ban^Ganas. Carrying t^Fhirty th^Emousand po^Dmunds of ban^Ganas.

^GHe was a young driver, just o^Cut on his se^Cmcond job. And he^G was carrying the next day's pasty fruits for ev^Ceryone in that co^Cmal-scarred city where ^Gchildren play without despair in bac^Ckyard sl^Cmag-piles and folks ^Gmanage to eat each day F Em..... about thirty thousand .....

^GHe passed a sign that he should have seen, saying &quo^Ct;shift to low^Cm gear, a fifty dollar fine^G my friend." He was thinking perha^Cps about the war^Cmm-breathed woman ^Gwho was waiting at the journey's end. He started^C down the^Cm two mile drop, the curvin^Gg road that wound from the top of ^Dthe hill. He was pus^Dhing on through the sh^Dortening miles that ran down t^Go the depot. Just a few^G more miles to go, then he'd go ^Chome and hav^Cme her ease his long^G, cramped day away. F.... and the smell of thirty

^GHe was picking speed as the city spread its twin^Ckling li^Cmghts belo^Gw him. ^GBut he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the ni^Cghts de^Cmlights went through ^Ghim. Dm (strum) Dm(strum) His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down. But the ^Gpedal floored easy without a sound. He said ^D"Christ!" It was funny how he had named the only man who could sa^Gve him now. He was tr^Capped ins^Cmide a dead-end hellslide, ^Griding on his fear-hunched back was ever^Cy one of those ^Cmyellow g^Green I'm telling you th^Firty....

^GHe barely made the sweeping curve that l^Ced in^Cmto the steepest grade. ^GAnd he missed the thankful passing bus a^Ct nin^Cmety miles an hour. And he said &q^Guot;God, make it^D a dream!" as he r^Fode his l^Cast ride do^Gwn. And he said &q^Guot;God, make it^D a dream!" as he r^Fode his l^Cast ride do^Gwn. Cm(strum) And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars, G(strum) clipped off thirteen telephone poles, Cm(strum) hit two houses, bruised eight trees, G(strum) and Blue-Crossed seven people. it was t^Dmhen he lost his head, not to mention an arm or two before he st^Gopped. And he s^Dmmeared for four hundred yards along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pe^Gnnsylvania. All those th^Firty.....

^GYou know the man who told me about it on the bus, as it went up the hill out of Sc^Cranton,^Cm Pennsylvania, he shr^Dmugged his shoulders, he shook his head, and ^Ghe said (and this is exactly what he said) &qu

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ot;Boy that sure must've been something. Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas. Yes, there were th^Firty tho^Emusand p^Dmounds of mash^Ged bananas.

^GYes, we have no bananas, We ha^Cve no banan^Das today (Spoken: And if that wasn't enough) ^GYes, we have no bananas, B^Cananas in Sc^Dranton, P A

^GA woman walks into her room wh^Cere her c^Cmhild lies sleeping, ^Gand when she sees his eyes are closed, ^Cshe sits there, s^Cmilently wee^Gping, ^Dmand though she lives in Scranton, Pe^Gnnsylvania ^DmShe never ever eats ... Ba^Gnanas Not one of t^Fhirty th^Emousand po^Dmunds .... of b^Gananas