Washington At Valley Forge chords and lyrics - JIM CROCE

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[Verse 1]
It's time [D]to adjust.
While I'm putting on my cheater here,
you know there's a book out,
101 things to do
while you put your cheater on,
but I didn't buy it,
so I'm in a bad way.
But down in the South, in the 1920s,
there were bands called jug bands.
They used a regular washboard,
a jug, a kazoo,
an[D]d a guitar or a banjo.
And it was sort of like Dixieland [E]music.
[D]So I picked up a couple of these son[E]gs.
[D]One of them is called Washington
at Valley Forge.
Now Valley Forge
is not too far away from where I
live.
And when I go out there,
this song even has more meaning.
It's sort of a satire
on what really occurred
in that tragic winter at Valley Forge
after that there's [D]another song
which I like to dedicate to
anyone in the audience
that weighs over 900 pounds
so this way I don't [G]get hurt
[D][D][D]
Oh, Washington [D]at Valley Forge,
freezing cold, [B]but up [C]spoke George,
[B]singing,
[E]Bo -do -dee -oh,
[A]Bo -do -dee -oh[D] -do[A]e.
[D]Oh, crazy words,
crazy tune, smile
[D]George, [B]keep prune and [C]swoon, that
[B]Bo [E]-do -dee -oh,
[A]Bo -do -dee -oh[D] -doe.
[D]On his uke[B]lele, gaily,
he would strum a beat -a -lum
[Em]-bum[E]
Dancin', pran[A]cin', then he'd holler,
Red Hot Mama
[D]Crazy [D]words, crazy [D]tunes,
my how George [B]would [C]brunette swoon
That [B]boat [E]-o -dee -o,
[A]boat -o -dee -o [D]-do
Washington at Valley [D]Park,
[D]freezing cold, [B]but up [C]spoke George
Singin' [E]bo -do -dee -oh,
[A]bo -do -dee -oh[D] -do
Crazy [D]words, crazy tunes
While George [B]was prunin' [C]and swoonin'
At [E]bo -do -dee -oh,
[A]bo -do -dee -oh[D] -do[B]
On a [B]cinderella galley
He would strum [Bm]a bea[B]t
-a [Bm]-lum [B]-bum[E]
Dancin', prancin'
[A]Then he'd holler, [D]Red [A]Hot [D]Mama
Crazy words, crazy tunes
My [B]house, [D]Georges, [B]Brunettes, You[C]ng Lads,
[E]Vododeo, [A]Vododeodo
[D]Nob[C]ody loves a fat gi[D]rl
But oh,
[D]how a fat girl can[A] love
Nobody [C]seems [A]to want me
I'm just [E]a truck upon the h[C]igh
[E]way [B]of [A]love[D]
[D]I'm [B]all [D]alone on the
count of my [D]bones,
when [G]every ounce of me is [Em]dying to
[E]keep somebody [B]warm.[D]
Nobody loves a [C]fat [B]girl,
but [E]oh, how a [D]fat girl can love.
[B]Nobody [D]loves a fat girl,
but oh, how a fat girl can [A]love.
Nobody seems to [D]want [A]me,
I'm [B]just a [E]truck upon the
highway [B]of [A]love.
[D]Why the only [D]game I can
get the boys to play,
is have them sit around and try
[Em]to kiss ho[E]w much I weigh.
[D]Nob[B]ody lov[D]es a fat[B] girl,
but oh how a fat girl can
love a pretty mama.
[B]Oh,[C] how a bad girl can[D] love
Oh, Oh,