Randy Newman Chords and Lyrics II

Mama Told Me Not To Come Home Chords and Lyrics
by: Randy Newman

       G7
Will you have whisky with your water or sugar with your tea?
What are these crazy questions that you're asking me?
This is the wildest party that there ever could be
                                         E9   Eb9 D9       G
Oh, don't turn on the lights cause I don't want to  see


CHORUS
G7    C              Eb   G
Mama told me not to come
G7    C              Eb
Mama told me not to come
G7                         C             Eb     G Am Bbm Bm D7 Am7 D7+5
D7
Mama said "that ain't no way to have fun"

G7
Open up the window, lwt some air into this room
I think I'm almost choking on the smell of stale perfume
And the cigarette you're smoking 'bout to scare me half to death
                             E9    Eb9 D9       G
Oh, open up the window, let me catch my  breath

G7
 The radio is blastin, someone's knockin on the door
The hostess is not lastin, she's passed out on the floor
I've seen so many things that I ain't never seen before
                                  D7+5      D7 G
I don't know what it is but I don't wanna see no more


E9 020102
Eb9 xx1021
D9 x54555
Eb xx5343
D7+5 x34333

My Old Kentucky Home Chords and Lyrics
by: Randy Newman

E7
Turpentine and dandelion wine
                           A7
I've turned the corner, I'm doin' fine
                           E7
Shootin' at the birds on the telephoneline
B7                           E7
Pickin' them off with this gun o' mine
       A7                     E7
I got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
       B7                         E7
Growing higher and higher 'till I'm dead

Sister Sue she's short and stout
She didn't grow up, she grew out
Mama thinks she's plain, but she's just being kind
Papa thinks she's pretty, but he's almost blind
We don't let her out much except at night
But I don't care 'cause I'm allright


E7                                 A7              E7
O-ho, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
E7                       B7
Young folks roll on the floor
E7                                 A7              E7
O-ho, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
E7                     B7          E7
Keep them hard times away from my door

Brother Gene, he's big and mean
And he don't have much to say
Got a little woman who he whooped eached day
But now she's gone away
Got drunk last night, kicked mama down the stairs
But I'm allright, so I don't care

Old Man Chords and Lyrics
by: Randy Newman

Verse 1:

C      F/C            C
Every-one has gone a-way
G7
Can you hear me?
Em       C
Can you hear me?
C       F/C             C
No one cared enough to stay
Bb/F
Can you hear me?
Em       C
Can you hear me?

Chorus 1:

  F             C
You must remember me old man
Dm7/C                    F
I know that you can if you try
      C    F/C     D7sus     D7
So just open up your eyes, old man
F                   F/G      C
Look who's come to say good-bye

G7  C/G  C7/E  F  D7  F/C  C  (x2)

Verse 2:

  C                Gm       F
The sun has left the sky, old man
  C                  F9
The birds have flown a-way
  Csus   C       D7sus    D7
And no one came to cry, old man
   F        F/G       C
Good-bye, old man, good-bye

Verse 3:

  C               Gm       F
You want to stay, I know you do
     C               F9
But it ain't no use to try
     Csus    C            D7sus     D7
'Cause I'll be here-and I'm just like you
   F        F/G       C
Good-bye, old man, good-bye

Chorus 2:

    F/G          C
Won't be no God to comfort you
            G7                  C
You taught me not to believe that lie
        F
You don't need anybody
 C          F
No-body needs you
C#dim7          Em         Ebmaj7
Don't cry, old man, don't cry
C#dim7 Dm6  C/Eb
Every-body dies

Political Science Chords and Lyrics
by: Randy Newman

C                  E
No one likes us, I don't know why.
 Am                      C7
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try.
  F                       Fm
And all around us, even our old friends put us down,
    C                 G
Let's drop the big one, see what happens...


We give them money, but are they grateful?
No their spiteful and their hateful,
They don't respect us, so let's suprise them,
We'll drop the big one, pulverize them.

Asia's crowded, Europe's too old,
Africa is far to hot, and Canada's too cold,
And South America stole our name,
Let's drop the big one, they'll be no one left to blame us,

F          C           F                          C
We'll save Austrailia, Don't want to hurt no kangaroo,
F                            C                   G
(NOTES G-F-E)
We'll build an all American amusement park there, they got surfing
too

C                 E
Boom! goes London, Boom! Pa-reee,
Am                 C7
More room for you, and more room for me,
  F               Fm
And every city, the whole world 'round,
   C               A7
Will just be another American town.
     D7                             G7
Oh how peaceful it will be, We'll set everybody free,
            E7                                 Am
They'll be a Japanese Kimono for you, they'll be Itallian shoes for
me.

       F          C             F        G       C
They all hate us anyhow, so let's drop the big one now,
    F        G       C
Let's drop the big one now.

Rednecks Chords and Lyrics
by: Randy Newman

Intro:
           Em7        G(add A)/B      Em7
Last night I saw Lester Maddox  on  a   TV show
        Em7         G(add A)/B    Em7
with some smart-ass   New   York    Jew.
      Em7            G(add A)/B      A7/C#
And the Jew laughed at Lester Maddox
      C/D                 Gsus4/D       G
and the audience laughed at Lester Maddox too.
       Em7      G(add A)/B     Em7
Well, he may be a fool, but he's our fool.
      Em7                       G(add A)/B     A7/C#
If they think they're better than him, they're   wrong.
   Em7         Em7/D                C            A7/C#
So I went to the park and I took some paper along
  C/D            Gsus4/D      G
and that's where I made this song.

Verse 1:
G            D7         G       D7
We talk real funny down here.
G            D7          G         D7
We drink too much and we laugh too loud.
    G           D/F#          Em7
We're too dumb to make it in no Northern town,
        A7          C/D     G       D7
and we're keepin' the niggers down.
     G         D7          G        D7
We got no-necked oilmen from Texas,
G        D7              G      D7
good ol' boys from Tennessee,
G          D/F#     Em7
 college men from L.S.U.
G          D/F#       Em7
 Went in dumb, come out dumb too.
G                 D/F#           Em7
Hustlin' 'round Atlanta in their alligator shoes.
      G           D/F#           Em7
Gettin' drunk ev'ry weekend at the barbuques,
          A7          C/D     G
and they're keepin' the niggers down.

CHORUS:
    G  C            G  C
We're Rednecks, we're Rednecks,
     G              D7         Em7         C7
and we don't know our ass from a hole in the ground.
    G  D7           G  D7
We're Rednecks, we're Rednecks,
            A7          C/D     G
and we're are keeping the niggers down.


(last time only--slowly)
E7           A7          C/D     G
    We are keepin' the niggers down.

Verse 2:

Now your Northern nigger's a Negro
You see he's got his dignity
Down here we're too ignorant to realize
That the North has set the nigger free.
Yes, he's free to be put in a cage in Harlem in New York City
And he's free to be put in a cage on the South side of Chicago and
                                      the West side
And he's free to be put in a cage in Hough in Cleveland
And he's free to be put in a cage in East St. Louis
And he's free to be put in a cage in Fillmore in San Francisco
And he's free to be put in a cage in Roxbury in Boston.
They're gatherin' 'em up from miles around,
Keepin' the niggers down.

(CHORUS)

Sail Away Chords and Lyrics
by: Randy Newman

Verse 1:

D     Bm7               E7sus
In A-merica you'll get food to eat
A7        
Won't have to run through the jungle
  D
And scuff up your feet
D            Bm7                        E7sus
You'll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day
A7                            D
It's great to be an American
D         Bm7                      E7sus
Ain't no lions or tigers ain't no mamba snake
A7                                 D
Just the sweet watermelon and the buckwheat cake
Bm7                         E7sus     
Everybody is as happy as a man can be
A7                            D
Climb aboard little wog sail away with me

Chorus 1:

     D   Dsus
Sail a-way    
     G   Gsus4
Sail a-way
      D                Bm7                   E7  G/A
We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay

     D   Dsus
Sail a-way    
     G   Gsus4
Sail a-way
      D         Bm7    E7         G/A        D  Bm7 E7sus
We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay

Verse 2:

D     Bm7          E7sus
In A-merica every man is free
A7                                D
To take care of his home and his family
D             Bm7                    E7sus
You'll be as happy as a monkey in a monkey tree
A7                D
You're all gonna be an American

Chorus 2:

     D   Dsus
Sail a-way    
     G   Gsus4
Sail a-way
      D                Bm7                   E7  G/A
We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay

     D   Dsus
Sail a-way    
     G   Gdim7
Sail a-way
      D         Bm7    E7         G/A        D   Bm7 E7sus  D
We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay

Short People Chords and Lyrics
by: Randy Newman

Intro: A | F#m7 | Bm7 | E7sus4 |  (x2)

A                F#m7       Bm7              E7sus4
Short People got no reason. Short people got no reason

A                F#m7            Bm7    E7sus4
short people got no reason to li - ive.  They got


A                A7/G
little hands and little eyes

D/F#                      F7
They walk around tell-in' great big lies. They got

A                A7/G
little noses and tiny little teeth, they wear

D/F#                    F7
platform shoes on their nasty little feet. Well, I


]Chorus]

A     F#m7    Bm7   E7sus4
Don't want no short people   (x2)

A     F#m7    Bm7   E7sus4        A
Don't want no short people 'round here.


(Repeat Intro once) and go to

Bridge:

Dmaj7            A/C#             Bm7         D/E
Short people are just the same as you and I  (A fool such as I)

Dmaj7       C#m7               Bm7
All men are brothers until the day they die

D/E
It's a wonderful world.

A                F#m7    Bm7              E7sus4
Short People got nobody. Short people got nobody

A                F#m7        Bm7      E7sus4
short people got nobidy to lo - ove.  They got

A                A7/G
little baby legs and they stand so low

         D/F#                 F7
You got to pick them up just to say hello. They got

A                   A7/G
little cars that go beep beep beep. They got

D/F#                A7/G
little voices going peep peep peep. They got

A                         A7/G
grubby little fingers and dirty little minds

D/F#                  F7
They're gonna get you every time, well I

A     F#m7    Bm7   E7sus4
Don't want no short people   (x2)

A     F#m7    Bm7   E7sus4        A
Don't want no short people 'round here.

(Repeat Intro and fade)_

The Beehive State Chords and Lyrics
by: Randy Newman

               Dm   A           Dm
Since youre the delegate from Kansas
       Dm      A        Dm
Will you kindly take the floor
          Dm      F        Bb
And tell us what is Kansas thinking
  Bdim    A7     Dm
And what is Kansas for?

A7
Well
Dm        F        A
Kansas is for the farmer
          Dm       F      A
We stand behind the little man
             Dm       F   Bb
And we need a firehouse in Topeka
 Bdim    A7     Dm
So help us if you can

     Dm      A        Dm
Ahh da da, da da, da da daa
    Dm      A       Dm
Ah da da, da daaa, da daa
       Dm      F        Bb
Ah da da da, da daaa, da dada

Bdim     A7     Dm

          Dm    A       Dm
I see the gentleman from Utah
    Dm      F        A
Our friendly Beehive State
   Dm     F       Bb
How can we help you Utah?
  Bdim    A7     Dm
How can we make ya great?

A7
Well
       Dm   F          A
We gotta irrigate our deserts
           Dm         F         A
Weve got to get some things to grow
               Dm        F            Bb
And weve gotta tell this country about Utah
     Bdim   A7   NC
Cause nobody seems to know

Dm A Dm A

Dm A Dm
Dm A Dm
Dm F Bb
over singing, to fade

You've Got a Friend In Me Chords and Lyrics
by: Randy Newman

Intro: C  E  Am  A  C  G   C   B  A

C               G      C
You've got a friend in me
F                      C
You've got a friend in me
F          C       E        Am
When the road looks rough ahead
           F         C               E        Am
And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed
F            C               E       Am
You just remember what your old pal said
    D7            G          C
Boy, you've got a friend in me
A      D7       G     C     Am    A    C    G
Yeah, you've got a friend in me
C             G        C     
You've got a friend in me
F                      C
You've got a friend in me
F          C
You got troubles
E              Am
And I got them too
F        C
There isn't anything
E        Am
I wouldn't do for you
F            C           E        Am
We stick together, we can see it through
     D7            G       C       A
Cause you've got a friend in me
D7             G        C
You've got a friend in me
F                             B                                  
Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am
C           B        C
Bigger and stronger too, Maybe
B            C
But none of them
   D      B
Will ever love you
  Em    A
The way I do
    Dm     G
It's me and you, boy
C                G  C
And as the years go by,
     F                   C
Our friendship will never die
F                         C   E  Am
You're gonna see it's our des-ti-ny
D7                G          C        A
You've got a friend in me
D7              G      C        A
You've got a friend in me
D          G    C    E  Am A C G  C
You've got a friend in me