The Beautiful South – A Little Blue (Ukulele)

Capo 2
Key
-
Versions (2)

Auto-scroll

Chords

[Intro] C F G Am F G Am F G C F G
    C                          F         G
You can't write a novel from a briefcase

    Am                      F      G
You can write a poem from a trench

    Am                     F       G
You can dream a dream from A___ to B

        C                        F     G
But you can't catch a bus from a bench

    C                              F     G
You don't back a horse called Striding Snail

    Am                      F    G
You don't name your boat Titanic II

   Am                  F             G
So why when I see your happy smiling face

     C                     F      G
Do I always end up singing Little Blue

       C                F
Little Blue, how do you do

     Dm
Your smile looks like heaven

         F           G              C
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew

       F
Little Blue

    Dm
How can a flower so pretty

      F               G
be so laden down with dew

       C
Little Blue

    G#              Gm
How can a flower so beautiful

      G#              Gm
be so laden down with dew

       C
Little Blue

    C                          F        G
You can't build a brewery on a cemetery

    Am              F    G
You can build a pub on a church

    Am                  F    G
And people fall quicker than buildings do

    C              F          G
You have to decide what comes first

    C                         F   G
You don't call a plane the Flying Roman

           Am                       F     G
'Cause the Romans always walked and never flew

   Am                  F             G
So why when I see your happy smiling face

     C                     F      G
Do I always end up singing Little Blue

       C                F
Little Blue, how do you do

     Dm
Your smile looks like heaven

         F           G              C
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew

       F
Little Blue

    Dm
How can a flower so pretty

      F               G
be so laden down with dew

       C
Little Blue
F F Gm F F
       C                           F        G
Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool

    Am                      F    G
And Keats from the top of a hill

       Am               F                G
So I'm going to save my special song for you

       C                      F        G
From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill

                 G#6               Gm
'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled

          G#6          Gm
On the horizon of your smile

     G#6                    Gm
When most think that you're holding back

  F                   G
I know you're holding bile

       C                F
Little Blue, how do you do

     Dm
Your smile looks like heaven

         F           G              C
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew

       F
Little Blue

    Dm
How can a flower so pretty

      F               G
be so laden down with dew

       C
Little Blue

    G#              Gm
How can a flower so beautiful

      G#              Gm
be so laden down with dew

       C
Little Blue