Don McLean – The More You Pay (Ukulele)

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The auctioneer said, I'm not through yet,

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Here's a horse the likes of which you've never seen,

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And the straw hats in the sun, with a face beneath each one,

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Shown doubtful and the auctioneer got mean.

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Do you think that you can find a horse like this every day?

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I don't think there's any better on this earth,

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And the more you pay, the more it's worth.

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Then out she came, a snow-white mare,

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Prancin' and a dancin' in the silver sun,

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They watched her from behind, as she did her bump and grind,

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Walkin' naked, sad and graceful for their fun.

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Oh how I wished I could afford that lady painted white,

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A queen with high nobility of birth,

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But the more you pay, the more it's worth.

           D
My pockets hung with empty blues,

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Silent heels were standin' on my growin' pains,

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My bid was not too bad, two bits was all I had,

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And the stable boy just handed me the reins.

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Well the gallery went wild, and the auctioneer half smiled,

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  What we don't sell we shoot or give away,

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'Cause the more you pay, the more it's worth.

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And where was the boy, who rode on her back,

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With his arms holding tight round her neck?

    Bm         Em
How tightly he clung,

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When they both were young,

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And fate had not let this poor girl be so

Em
Disgraced.