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Everybody Loves Me, Baby

Don McLean
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
E
e------------------------|
B------------------------|
G------------------------|
D------------------------|
A-0--2-4-5--4-2-0-4-5-7--|
E------------------------|
Fortune  has me well  in hand,  armies 'wait  at my command
My  gold lies in a foreign  land buried  deep beneath  the sand
The  angels guide  my every tread, my  enemies are  sick or dead
But  all the victories  I've led haven't  brought  you to my bed
 You see, everybody  loves  me, baby,
what's  the matter with you
 Wont you tell  me what did I do
 to offend  you?
 Now the purest race I've bred for thee to live in my democracy
 And the highest human pedigree awaits the first-born boy baby
 And my face on every coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved
 My own flag is forever waved by the grateful people I have saved
 Now, no land is beyond my claim when land is seized in the people's name
 By evil men who rob and maim, if war is hell, I'm not to blame!
 Why, you can't blame me, I'm Heaven's child, I'm the second son of Mary mild
 And I'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde, but he didn't mind, why, he just smiled
 Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through, and the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue
 I'm held in very great value by everyone I meet but you
 'cause I've used my talents as I could, I've done some bad, I've done some good
 I did a whole lot better than they thought I would so, c'mon and treat me like you should!
 CHORUS X 3

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Readable chord sheet for Everybody Loves Me, Baby by Don McLean

[A]      [D]      [A]  [D] [E]
e------------------------|
B------------------------|
G------------------------|
D------------------------|
A-0--2-4-5--4-2-0-4-5-7--|
E------------------------|

[A]Fortune has me [F#m]well in hand,[D] armies 'wait[E] at my command
[Bm]My gold lies in a [E]foreign land [D]buried deep [A]beneath the sand  [D]       [A]         [D]           [E]
[A]The angels guid[F#m]e my every tread, m[D]y enemies are[E] sick or dead
[Bm]But all the victor[E]ies I've led [D]haven't brou[A]ght you to my bed [D]      [A]        [D]          [E]

You see, [A]everybody l[F#m]oves me, baby,
[D]what's the matter with [E]you
Wont you [Bm]tell me what did I [E]do
to off[A]end you? [D]   [A]     [D]       [E]

Now the purest race I've bred for thee to live in my democracy
And the highest human pedigree awaits the first-born boy baby
And my face on every coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved
My own flag is forever waved by the grateful people I have saved

Now, no land is beyond my claim when land is seized in the people's name
By evil men who rob and maim, if war is hell, I'm not to blame!
Why, you can't blame me, I'm Heaven's child, I'm the second son of Mary mild
And I'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde, but he didn't mind, why, he just smiled

Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through, and the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue
I'm held in very great value by everyone I meet but you
'cause I've used my talents as I could, I've done some bad, I've done some good
I did a whole lot better than they thought I would so, c'mon and treat me like you should!

CHORUS X 3

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