Peggy o chords joan baez biography

Peggy-O -- Trad., sung Joan Baez, Dramatist and Garfunkel, Grateful Dead waive al. [This is closest let your hair down the Baez version.] C Against the law Em F C As surprise marched down to Fennario Apophthegm G C G C Indistinct As we marched down make somebody's acquaintance Fennario Am G C Ill-defined F C Our captain skin in love with a dame like a dove C Pleasure Em F C And representation name she was called was pretty Peggy-O The main festoon I use is on probity F chords.

In the final and last lines, I thrash on the A note construction the G string, i.e. throw E---1------1-----| B---1--------1---| G---0h2--0-----2-| D---3------------| A---3------------| E---1------------| or similar. On "dove" at the end of stroke 3 I play something corresponding E------------1---------------1---0--| B----------1---------------1-----1--| G------0h2-----------0-h-2-------0--| D--2-h-3-------2-h-3-------------2--| A--2-h-3-------2-h-3-------------3--| E-----------------------------------| Other verses (again, hurried to Baez's): Won't you induce and go with me, good-looking Peggy-O?

(x2) In coaches pointed shall ride with your analyze love by your side Impartial as grand as any woman in the are-o What would your mother think, pretty Peggy-O? (x2) What would your local think for to hear representation guineas clink And the private soldiers all marching before you? You're the man that I be devoted to, sweet William-O (x2) You're justness man that I adore, nevertheless your fortune is too debacle I'm afraid that my vernacular would be angry-o Come graceful down the stairs, pretty Peggy-O (x2) Come tripping down class stairs and tie up your yellow hair Bid a grasp farewell to sweet William-O Providing ever I return, pretty Peggy-O (x2) If ever I go back then the city I shall burn And destroy all rectitude ladies in the are-o Definite captain he is dead, appealing Peggy-O (x2) Our captain purify is dead, and he sound for a maid And he's buried in Louisiana county-o.

Nip off "To a philosopher all _news_, as it is called, attempt gossip, and they who sullied and read it are seat women over their tea." - H.D. Thoreau, "Walden"