Strawberry Cake

	  		


Intro: G 

Verse: 
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In New York city just walking the street 
                      G   
Ran out of money had nothing to eat 
                               C 
I stopped at the Plaza, that fancy hotel 
       D                                      
Where you can check in if you're well to do well... 

     G                   D 
The first of July and a hundred and four 
                                G 
I stopped at the Plaza's front revolving door 
                                  C 
I stepped in the door and went around for a ride 
  D                                
Treatin' myself to the cool air inside 

     G                        D 
Then I found myself in a chandeliered room 
                                G 
Where people were dining and I hid in the gloom 
                               C 
My hunger pains hurt 'til I thought I would break 
         D                                  G 
When a waiter brought out a big strawberry cake 



G         D         G 
Oh that strawberry cake 
C                   G 
Oh that strawberry cake 
    C                    G 
Out in California them berries were grown 
     C                   G 
And into this city them berries were flown 
     D                      G 
For making that strawberry cake 


Verse: 
 G                              D 
Then I thought of Oxnard, just north of LA 
                                 G 
Where I picked strawberries for many a day 
                                  C 
Hard work with no future for the harvest was done 
    D 
And I headed eastward a-travelin' by thumb 

     G                D 
And nobody wanted me here in this town 
                              G 
I felt like a stray dog they all kick around 
                         C 
Them berries reminded me of my bad breaks 
     D                                 G 
I'm hungry and I want that strawberry cake 



G                D         G 
I deserve that strawberry cake 
   C                     G 
Deserve that strawberry cake 
   C                         G 
I ran and I grabbed it then out the side door 
  C                             G 
Into Central Park through the bushes I tore 
 D                     G 
Holdin' my strawberry cake 




Verse: 
   G                       D 
I look back behind me and what do I see 
                             G 
The chef and headwaiter and the maître d 
                         C 
I had a nice helpin' of cake as I ran 
    D 
I gobble them berries as fast as I can 

          G                    D 
They're closin' the gap as I slowed down to eat 
                                     G 
But the cake brought a new surge of power to my feet 
                            C 
I hid in the bush when the lead I did take 
        D                             G 
And I quietly finished my strawberry cake 



G                 D        G 
I ate all that strawberry cake 
      C                     G 
That fine fancy strawberry cake 
    C                    G 
Someone at the plaza is without dessert 
              C                        G 
But for the first time in days now my belly don't hurt 
 D                      G 
I'm full of strawberry cake