Harry Chapin - 30000 pounds of bananas

^C It was just after dark when the ^C7truck started down the ^Fhill that leads Into ^FmScranton Pennsyl^Cvania, carrying ^Bb30 ^Dm7/Athousand pounds^Gm of ba^Cnanas, Carrying 3^Bb0 t^Dm7/Ahousand pounds ^Gm of ba^Cnanas. He was a young driver jus^C7t out on h^Fis ^Fmsecond job, and he was ^Ccarrying the next day’s pasty fruit for ^Gev’ry-one in that coal scarred city where ^Cchildren play with^C7out despair in ^Fbackyard slag piles, ^Fmand people manage to ^Ceat each day about ^Bb30 ^Dm7/Athousand pounds^Gm of ba^Cnanas, yes, just about ^Bb30 ^Dm7/Athousand pound^Gms of ba^Cnanas.

He ^Cpassed a sign that he ^C7should have seen, saying “^FShift to low gear or ^Fmfifty dollar ^Cfine my friend”. He was ^Gthinking perhaps about the warm breath woman who was ^Cwaiting at the ^C7journeys end. He ^Fstarted down the 2 ^Fmmile drop, the ^Ccurving road that wound from the top of the ^Ghill. He was pushing on through the short’ning miles that ^Cran down to the depot; just a few more miles to ^C7go then ^Fhe’d go home and ^Fmhave her ease his ^Clong, cramped day away and the smell of ^Bb30 ^Dm7/Athousand pounds^Gm of ba^Cnanas, yes the smell of ^Bb30 ^Dm7/Athousand pounds^Gm of ba^Cnanas. ^A7

He was ^Dpicking up speed as the ^D7cities spread its ^Gtwinkling ^Gmlights below^D him. But he paid no heed as the ^D7shivering thoughts of the ^Gnight’s de^Gmlights went ^Dthrough him. His ^Afoot nursed the brake to slow him down but the pedal floored easy without a sound. He said “^DChrist” it was funny how he named the only man who could ^Asave him now he was trapped inside a deadend hell slide ^D riding on his ^D7fear hunched backed was ^Ger’ry one of thos^Gme yellow ^Dgreen, I’m telling you ^C30 ^Em7/Bbthousand pounds^Am of ba^Dnanas, yes there were ^C30 ^Em7/Bbthousand pounds^Am of ba^Dnanas. ^B7

He ^Ebarely made the ^E7sweeping curve that ^Aled in^Amto the ^Esteepest grade. And he missed the thankful^E7 passing bus at^A 90^Am miles an^E hour.

^E“God make it a ^Bmdream” as he ^Grode his ^Dlast ride ^Edown, he said “God make it a ^Bmdream” as he ^Grode his ^Dlast ride ^Adown. And he ^Amside-swiped nineteen neat parked cars, ^Eclipped off thirteen telephone poles, ^Ahit two houses, ^Ambruised eight trees and ^EBlue Crossed seven people, it was ^Bmthen that he lost his head, Not to mention an arm or two before he ^Estopped. And he ^BmSmeared for four hundred yards along the hills that leads into Scranton Pennsyl^Evania,

all those ^D30 ^F#m7/C#thousand ^Bmpounds of bananas ^E You know the man who told me a^E7bout it on the bus, as it ^Awent up the hill out of ^AmScranton Pennsylva^Enia, he ^Bmshrugged his shoulders, he shook his head and he ^Esaid,

(sung) Yes there where ^D30 ^F#m7/C#thousand ^Bmpounds of mashed ba^Enanas.

^FOf bananas 30 ^F#thousand pounds of ^Gbananas Got no ^G#driver now just ba^Ananaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa