The Kingston Trio – Raspberries Strawberries (Guitar)

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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Received: from post-office.nevada.edu (post-office.nevada.edu [131.216.1.11]) by redrock.nevada.edu (8.6.4/8.6.4) with ESMTP id RAA11702 for <[email protected]>; Mon, 17 Jan 1994 17:54:06 -0800 Received: from oak.cc.swarthmore.edu (oak.cc.swarthmore.edu [130.58.64.20]) by post-office.nevada.edu (8.6.4/8.6.4) with ESMTP id RAA05512 for <[email protected]>; Mon, 17 Jan 1994 17:53:58 -0800 Received: from [130.58.55.52] (mac02.whartonef1.swarthmore.edu [130.58.55.52]) by oak.cc.swarthmore.edu (8.6.4/8.6.4) with SMTP id UAA26366 for <[email protected]>; Mon, 17 Jan 1994 20:53:53 -0500 Date: Mon, 17 Jan 1994 20:53:53 -0500 Message-Id: <[email protected]> X-Mailer: Eudora 1.3.1+Swarthmore To: [email protected] From: [email protected] (Mike Mirarchi) X-Sender: [email protected] (Unverified) The Kingston Trio transcribed by Mike Mirarchi Intro: D D/E D/F# D/E D during the verses, play the same chords as the intro A young man goes to Paris As every young man should There's something in the air of France That does a young man good refrain:
G          D    G   D   G
La la ...

G                               Am
Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew

D
Here's to the girls in the countryside 

            C          G
The ones we drink them to
The Paris nights are warm and fair The summer winds are soft A young man finds the face of love In every field and loft
   C      D7        G
In every field and loft
refrain An old man returns to Paris As every old man must He finds the winter winds blow cold His dreams have turned to dust
    C            D7        Em
His dreams have turned to dust

     C           D7        G
His dreams have turned to dust

G            D    G    D   G
La la la ...

G                               Am
Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew

D
Here's to the girls in the countryside

             C      G
Whom we must bid adieu
______________________________________________________________________________ "Elle me l'avait todi promis Une belle petite gayole, une belle petite gayole..." Mike Mirarchi [email protected]