Jethro Tull - Baker st muse

^C W^Dindy ^Embus-stop. Click. ^DShop-window. ^CHeel ^{G D Dsus4 E7 C} S^Dhady ^Emgentleman. ^DFly-button. ^CFeel ^{G D Dsus4 E7} In the ^Gunder^Dpass, the ^Cblind man ^Gstands With ^Dcold flute ^B7hands

^FSymphony m^Catch-seller, bre^Aath out of tim^De ^Dsus4 You can ^Gcall me on ano^B7ther lin^Eme

^C In^Ddian ^Emrestaurants that ^Dcurry my ^Cbrain.^{G D Dsus4 C} News^Dpaper ^Emwarriors ^Dchanging the ^Cnames ^{G D Dsus4} they ^Gadver^Dtise from the ^Fstation ^Gstand. With ^Dcold print ^B7hands. ^FSymphony ^Cword-player, ^AI'll be your head^Dline. ^Dsus4 If you ^Gcatch me an^B7other t^Emime.

^CDidn't m^Dake^Dsus4 her --- with my Baker Street Ruse. ^{E7 A7 E7 E}Couldn't sh^Dake^Dsus4 her --- with my Baker Street Bruise. ^{E7 A7 E7 E}Like to tak^De h^Der ---^Dsus4 but I'm just a Baker Street Muse. ^{E7 A7 E7}

^C Ale-^Dspew, ^Empuddle-brew, ^DBoys, throw it up ^Cclean ^{G D Dsus4 C} Coke^D and ^EmBacardi ^Dcolours them ^Cgreen ^{G D Dsus4} From the ^Gtyping ^Dpool goes the ^Cmini-skirted ^Gprincess with ^Cgreat ^B7finesse ^FFertile ^Cearth-mother, your burial ^Amound is fifty feet ^Ddown ^Dsus4 in the ^GBaker Street ^B7underground.^Em (What the hell!) ^CWalking ^Ddown the ^Emgutter ^Dthinking ^Dsus4 "How the ^Ghell am I ^B7today?" ^CWell, I ^Ddidn't ^Emreally ask ^Dyou but ^Gthanks all the ^B7same

^FBig b^Cottled ^Gfraulein^F, put yo^Cur weight o^Gn me ^FSaid the^C pygmy to the w^Ghore ^FDesperate^C for more in hi^Gs assa^Dult upon the mou^Cntain ^G

little m^Fan hi^Cs youth^G a fountain over^Fdrafted ^Cand still c^Gounting ^Fvernacul^Car verbose ^G an a^Fttempt in gettin^Cg clo^Gse to wh^Dere he came from^{C G}

in the doo^Frway of t^Che stars^G, between Blan^Fdford Stree^Ct and Mars ^{G F}proposit^Cion^G deal^F, f^Cly but^Gton feel ^Dtesticle^C testing,^D wallet ever bu^Clging ^G

^Fdressed to the l^Ceft divulging th^Ge wri^Fnkles of his^C years ^G wedding ^Fbell ind^Cuce^Gd fears^F shedding be^Cll ^Gend tears in the poc^Dket of her resis^Ctance ^G

interna^Ftional assi^Csta^Gnce flowing generou^Fs and fu^Cll ^G to h^Fis never-read^Cy tool ^G pulls his eyes^F over he^Cr wool ^G

^Dand he shudders as he c^Comes ^Dand my rudder slowly tu^Crns me into the M^Garylebone Road ^D

^GAnd here slip I --- dragging one foot in the gutter^Em --- ^Din the midnight ^Amecho of the ^Cshop that sells cheap rad^Dios. ^Dsus4

^GAnd there sits she --- no bed, no bread, no b^Emutter -^D-- on a double ^Amyellow line ---^C where she can park anyt^Dime. ^Dsus4

^GOld Lady Grey; crash-barrier wal^Emtzer --^D- some only son's m^Amother.^C Baker Street c^Dasual^Dsus4ty.

^GOh, Mr. Policeman --- blue shirt ballet m^Emaster. ^D Feet in sticking pl^Amaster --- m^Cove the old lady ^Don. ^Dsus4

^GStrange pas-de-deux --- his Romeo to her Ju^Emliet. ^{D D}Her sleeping dr^Amaught, his po^Cisoned regret. No dr^Cunken bums all^Dowed to sl^Ceep here ^Din the crowded emptin^Gess.

^GOh officer, let me send her to a cheap^Em hotel ^D--- I'll pay the bill and m^Amake her well - l^Cike hell you bloody w^Dill! ^{Dsus4 C}No do-good ^Dover kill. ^CWe must teach them t^Do be still more indep^Gend^Ement.

^EmI have no ti^Dme for Time Magaz^Cine or Rolling Stone.^{Em Em}I have no wi^Dsh for wishing we^Clls or wishing bones.^{Em Em}I have no ho^Duse in the countr^Cy I have no motor car.^{Em G}And if you think I'm jokin^Dg, then I^C'm just a one-line joker in a public bar. ^{Em Em}And it seems there's no-body l^Deft for t^Cennis; and I'm a one-band-man. ^{Em G}And I want no Top Twenty f^Duner^Cal or a hundred grand. ^Em

^EmThere was a ^Dlittle boy stood on a ^Emburning log, ^G rubbing his h^Dands w^Bmith glee^B7. ^GHe said, ``Oh Mother Engla^Dnd, did yo^Emu light my sm^Aile;^Am or did you l^Cight this fire under ^Dme?^{B7 G}One day I'll be a mi^Dnstrel in the gallery.^{Em G}And paint you a pictu^Dre of the queen^B7. And i^Gf sometimes I s^Ding to a cy^Emnical degr^Aee ---^{Am Am}it's just the^C nonsense that it see^Dms.^B7'' ^GSo I drift down throu^Dgh the Baker Street val^Emley, ^Gin my steep-sided un-^Dreality^B7. And when ^Gall is said and a^Dll is done --- I couldn't wish for a better ^Emone^A. ^AmIt's a rea^Cl-life ripe dead certaint^Dy ^B7---

N.C.

that I'm just a Baker Street Muse.