Saturdays

	  		
verse 1 - N.C. 


Well every Saturday, if you were down our way  
You'd find us in the parlor by the fire  
Uncles and aunts would call, cousins and nieces all  
Prepared to do a party piece, but not too arty 
Please we'd say, let Uncle Jackson play  
He'd take down his battered old guitar  
He only had one song, he could play all night long  
The only words he knew were la, la, la  

         G       B7  Em  E7 
La, la , la, la, la, etc. 
         Am    B7  Em  G  D  G 
La, la , la, la, la, etc.
 

verse 2 

The pianola played, we drank the lemonade  
                                      Am 
All the grown-ups drank the stout and ale  

Then we'd form our queues, outside the outside loos 
     A7                             D 
That served for twenty-four, but on Saturday for more  
              G 
And then we'd go to bed, but in our weary head  
   B7                                Em   E7 
We heard the songs the others sang below  
        Am              B7        Em 
And the last we'd hear, sweet and clear  
    G             D                G 
Was Uncle Jackson playing soft and low 

         G       B7  Em  E7 
La, la , la, la, la, etc. 
         Am    B7  Em  G  D  G 
La, la , la, la, la,  


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