Loudon Wainwright III - In C lyrics

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In C

By Loudon Wainright III

(C) Here is another (F) song in (G) C

When I (C) play piano (F) that’s my (G) key

If (Am) I was playing my (F) guitar

I will probably (Am) be in G the chances (G) are

So (C) here’s another (F) song in (G) C

With my (C) favorite (F) protagonist (G) me

Of (Am) my little world I’ll tell and (F) show

I’ll (Am) sing all about it so you will (G) know

When the (C) people in it (F) break my (G) heart

Then my (C) little world can (F) fall (G) apart

And there is (Am) not a thing I can (F) do

(G) Except to sing in (F) C to (C) you

There (C) used to be a (F) fami- (G) -ly

Brother (C) sister father (F) mother and (G) me

We were (Am) living in a little (F) home

We were (Am) fending off the great (G) unknown

But the (C) great unknown (F) got in (G) side

What (C) had been whole (F) he did (G) divide

In the (Am) end father had to (F) leave

When he (Am) did the mother had to (G) grieve

That is the (C) time when (F) real troubles (G) start

Is (C) when a world can (F) fall (G) apart

And there is (Am) not a thing I can (F) do

(G) Except to sing in (F) C to (C) you

I grew (C) up and had a (F) fami- (G) -ly

And it (C) broke apart so (F) easi- (G) -ly

All that (Am) started thirty years (F) ago

Why it’s (Am) never ended I don’t (G) know

I could (C) blame on the (F) great un-(G)-known

Or as a (C) kid what I was (F) told and (G) shown

But I (Am) blame myself and I blame (F) her

The cruel and (Am) foolish people that we (G) were

And the (C) children that we (F) had are (G) grown

They’re out (C) fending off their (F) great un-(G)-known

And I have (Am) noticed they are a little bit like (F) me

With a (G) tendency to (F) sing in (C) C

So by (C) now is clear to (F) hear and (G) know

I don’t (C) play a lot of (F) pian-(G)-o

But (Am) sometimes a fellow has to (F) sit

Just to (Am) sing about the heavy (G) shit

The (C) great unknown’s a (F) hurri-(G)-cane

With howling (C) winds and floods and (F) driving (G) rain

You might (Am) make it through but you don’t (F) know

Right (Am) behind it there is a torna-(G)-do

And if (C) families didn’t (F) break (G) apart

I (C) suppose there’d be no (F) need for (G) art

But (Am) you and I know they (F) do

(G) So I sing in (F) C to (C) you (C)

Transcribed by Bruce Lambert brucelamb@gmail.com