Sarah Cynthia Silvia Stout
Shel SilversteinVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Oh, Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout, Would not take the garbage out!
She'd wash the dishes and scrub the pans,
Cook the yams and spice the hams,
And though her parents would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings: Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas, Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones, Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel, Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens, Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast, Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .
The garbage rolled on down the hall, It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs, Blobs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from old baloney, Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry, Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fried and rancid meat, Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high That finally it touched the sky.
And none of her friends would come to play. And all the neighbors moved away,
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said, "OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late. The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate. And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate, That I cannot now relate
Because the hour is much too late. But children, remember Sarah Stout
(bass notes only)
And always take the garbage out!
This was a difficult one to tab, as the guitar part was fairly quiet.
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Readable chord sheet for Sarah Cynthia Silvia Stout by Shel Silverstein
Oh, [D]Sarah Cynthia [A]Sylvia Stout, [N.C.]Would not take the ga[D]rbage out! She'd [G]wash the dishes and s[D]crub the pans, [A]Cook the yams and [D]spice the hams, And [G]though her parents would [D]scream and shout, She simply [A]would not take the [D]garbage out. And [D]so it piled up [A]to the ceilings: [A]Coffee grounds, [D]potato peelings, [D]Brown bananas, [A]rotten peas, [A]Chunks of sour [D]cottage cheese. It [D]filled the can, it [G]covered the floor, It [A]cracked the window and [D]blocked the door With [D]bacon rinds and [A]chicken bones, [A]Drippy ends of [D]ice cream cones, [G]Prune pits, peach pits, [D]orange peel, [A]Gloppy glumps of [D]cold oatmeal, [G]Pizza crusts and [D]withered greens, [A]Soggy beans and [D]tangerines, [G]Crusts of black burned buttered toast, [D]Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . . [N.C.]The g[D]arbage rolled on dow[A]n the hall, It ra[A]ised the roof, it br[D]oke the wall. . . [G]Greasy napkins, [D]cookie crumbs, [A]Blobs of gooey [D]bubble gum, [G]Cellophane from old baloney, [D]Rubbery blubbery macaroni, P[A]ea[N.C.]nut butter, caked and dry, Curdled milk and crusts of pie, Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, Eggshells mixed with lemon custard, Cold french fried and rancid meat, Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat. At [D]last the garbage [A]reached so high That [A]finally it [D]touched the sky. And [D]none of her friends would [A]come to play. [N.C.]And all the neighbors moved away, And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said, "OK, I'll take the garbage out!" But [D]then, of course, [A]it was too late. The [A]garbage reached a[D]cross the state, From [D]New York to the [A]Golden Gate. And [A]there, in the garbage [D]she did hate, Poor [A]Sarah met an [D]awful fate, That [A]I cannot [D]now relate Be[A]cause the hour is [D]much too late. [N.C.]But children, remember Sarah Stout (bass notes only) And [A]al[A]ways [A]take [A]the [A]ga[B]rb[C#]age [D]out! This was a difficult one to tab, as the guitar part was fairly quiet.