Soliloquy Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]I won[Bm]der wha[D]t he'll think of me.
[E]I g[D]uess he'll call me the old man.
I guess he'll [A]think I can lick every
other fella's [D]father.
[Am]Well, [D]I can.[Bbaug]
[F#]I bet that [D]he'll turn out [G]to be the
[D]spittin' of his dad,
but he'll have more common sense
than [A]his puddin' -headed
[D]father [A]ever had.[D]
I'll teach him to [G]wrestle and
dive through a wave
when we go in the mornings [E]for our swim.
His mother [A]can teach him the way to behave,
but she won't make
[G]a sissy out [Baug]of him.
[G]Not him.
[E]Not my boy[Am].
[A]Not Bil[D]l. Bil[Bb]l. My[D] boy Bil[G]l,
[Am]I will see [A]that he's named [D]af [G]ter me. [D]I will. [G]My boy Bill,
he'll be tall [D]and as tough [G]as a tree.
[A]Well, Bill, [G]like a tree he'll grow
with his head held high
[E]an d his feet planted firm on the ground.
[G]And you won't see[D] nobody dare
to try [G]to boss [D]him
or toss him around.
[F]No [G]pot -bellied, [A]baggy -eyed [D]bully
will boss him [G]around.
I don't give a hang what he does,
as long as he does what he likes.
He can sit on his tail
or work on a rail
with a hammer, a hammer
and [Bb]spikes.
He can ferry a boat on a river
or pedal a pack on his back.
Or [D]work up and down
[G]the streets of a town
with a [D]whip and a horse an[G]d a hack.
He can haul a [Bb]scowl along a [A]canal,
[Bb]run a [A]cow around a corral,
or may[F#m]be bark for [F]a ca[A]rousel.
[D]Of course,
[F#m]it takes talent to [D]do that well.
He [G]might be a champ of the heavyweights,
or a fellow that sells you glue,
or presid[E]ent of the [A]United States.
[Am]that it'd be all [A]right [G]too.
His mother would like [D]that,
but he wouldn't be president
unless he [G]wanted to be.
[D]Not Bill. [G]My boy Bill,
[Am]he'll be tall [D]and as tough as a [G]tree.
[A]Well, Bill, [G]like a tree he'll grow
with his head held high
[E]an d his feet planted firm on the ground.
An[F]d you won't [D]see nobody
dare to try to boss him
or toss him around.
[C]No fat [Am]-bottomed, flabby -faced, pot -bellied, draggy
[D]-eyed bully will boss [Am]him around.[A]
[Am]And I'm hanged if he'll
marry his boss's daughter,
a skinny -lipped lady with blood like water,
[A]Who'd give him a [Bb]peck and call it a kiss,
An[D]d look in his [G]eyes through a lorgnette?
[E]Say, why am [A]I taking on [F]like thi[Bb]s?
[Am]My kid [F]ain't even been [A]born yet.[Bb]
[F]I can see him when
[Dm]he's seventeen [F]or so,
[Dm]And [F]starting in to go with a girl.
[Dm]I can give[F] him lots of p[Dm]ointers
[F]very sound [Dm]on the wa[F]y to[Eb] get
[Abm]around [Eb]any g[D#m]irl[B][F#]
[D#m]I can [D#]tell[F] him wait a minute
could it be what the [G]what
[Gm]if he is[G] a[A#] girl[D#][Bb][A]
[E]Oh,[D] Bil[Dm]l. Bil[A]l.[E][Dm]
[A]What [E]would I do with her?
[Dm]What [F]could I do [E]for her?[Dm]
[E]A bum with no [D]money.[F]
[E]You [F]can have fun [G]with a son
But you gotta be [Dm]a father to [G]a g[E]irl[G]
[E]She mightn't be so bad [D]at that,
[F]her kid with ribbons in [Dm]her hair.
What [G]kind of sweet and petite
little tintype [Dm]of her mother
[G]would of[C]fend [F]my little girl?
Pink and white [Gm]as peaches
and cream [Bb]is s[C]he.[Am]
My little girl [F]is [Bb]half again
as [F]bright as [Dm]girls [G]are[Gm] meant to [Bb]be.[F]
[C]Dozens [F]of boys pursue [Bb]her,[C]
[F]many a likely lead.
[E]Does what [A]he can to woo [D]her[E],
[A]from her [D]faithful [G]dad.
[C]She has[F] a few pin[A]k and whi[Dm]te
[F]young [Gm]fellers of [Bb]two or [C]three.
[Am]But [F]my l[Am]ittl[C]e girl get[Dm]
[Bb]s hungry every [F]night,
[Dm]and she [F]comes [F]home t[E]o me.[Eb]
I gotta [Ebm]get ready [Eb]before she comes.
I gotta [Dm]make certain [Bb]that she
[F#]Won't be dragged up in[Bb] slums
With a [F#]lot of bums [F]like me
She's [Bb]gotta be sheltered
and fed and dressed
In the best that money can buy
I never [Eb]knew how to get [Bb]money
[F]But I'll try, I'll [Dm]try
I'll [Bb]try, [F]I'll go [Bb]out and mak[Eb]e it,
or [Bb]steal it, or [Eb]take it, or [Bdim]die![F][Bb]