If I Were A Rich Man ukulele

If I Were A Rich Man

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(Capo 3)


A
If I were a rich man, Ya ba dibbie dibbie, doobie dibbie dibbie dibbie dum
Dm                   Am                      E                 E7         E
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum, if I were a wealthy man
        A
I wouldn't have to work hard, Ya ba dibbie dibbie, doobie dibbie dibbie dibbie dum
Dm            Am                     E                   E7              A
If I were a biddy biddy rich, idle-deedle-didle-didle man

                Dm                           G7                           C         Am
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen, right in the middle of the town
   Dm                       G                               A      (A7)
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
                         Dm                        G                           C    Am
There would be one long staircase just going up, and one even longer coming down, 
       Dm                       D#dim                   E
and one more leading nowhere, just for show

               Dm                             G7 
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese 
         C                                           Am
and ducks for the town to see and hear
   Dm                       G                   A     (A7)
Squawking just as noisily as they can
                         Dm                                     G 
And each loud "cheep" and "squawk" and "honk" and "quack"
            C                                     Am
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
    Dm                  D#dim                E
As if to say, "Here lives a wealthy man"
 
(Chorus) 

              Dm                     G7                                 C              Am
I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife with a proper double chin
  Dm              G                                A      (A7)
Supervising meals to her heart's delight
               Dm                           G                                  C         Am
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock—Oh what a happy mood she's in
    Dm                  D#dim                    E
Screaming at the servants, day and night

(Chorus)

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