Souvenirs

C | G | F | C
C | G | F | C
Am | G7 | F7 | G7 | G7
C | G | F | F


[Verse 1]
C                  G    F                  C
Baby I think it’s over,    the end is finally near.
C                           G        F                   C
Don’t wanna talk about it anymore,     I see it all so clear.
Am                          G                       F               G7 *        G7 *
     So pack your bags and move on out, there ain’t nothing for you here
C                           G            F                  C           C
      I think you know it’s over too, so why not disappear?


C                          G                  F                          C
Wait a minute baby, what’s that you say? You really don’t think it’s fair
      C                      G                             F                  C
To send you outside into the cold, cold night? Oh you poor, poor girl, well I don’t really care.
 Am                           G                     F                       G7 *        G7 *
      Coz you’ve been cold to me so long I’m crying icicles instead of tears.
C                           G                        F               C       C      C     C
      So pack your bags and move on out, there ain’t nothing for you here


[Sax Solo]
C | G | F | C
C | G | F | C
Am | G | F | G | G
C | G | F | C


[Verse 2]
C                G      F              C
Baby I know it’s over,    I got a last idea
C                            G                    F                      C
       Don’t wanna leave you empty handed, well I agree that wouldn’t be fair.
   Am                                 G                      F                        G7 *    
So take along a little something to remember me by, a little something to show that I care
 G7 *



[Chorus]
      C                    F             C                     F
|:   Step right up you poor little girl, step right up you poor little girl,
C                     F                 F                     G7       G7
Step right up you poor little girl, and take your Souvenirs.                  :|

C                 G                    F                C           C
Step right up you poor, poor girl, and take your Souvenirs.


[Verse 3]
C            Dm     F          Am
     Take my heart;   drain it dry.
C7            F                    Dm              G
      I don’t blame you now, coz I know you really tried.
C            Dm     F                 Am
     Take my soul;    you can have my mind
           C7                   F                          Dm    G         C          C
But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love, coz it’s mine, mine, all mine.


C            Dm       F                  Am
     Take my master;    you can have my slave.
C7                      F                     Dm             G
      When I’m dead and buried alive, you can always take my grave.
C             Dm           F                          Am
      Take my body; well I know you really think it’s fine
           C7                   F                              Dm    G         C        C
But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love, because it’s mine, mine, all mine.


[Bridge 1]
F                      Bb/F                   Bb/F                   F
Tell me now, now who’s playing this game, and which side do I choose?
    F                      Bb/F                      Gm/F                F
I’m going downtown and I’m spinning around, is there anyone I can accuse?
D                        E     F           A
      What are the odds;    or do I win or lose?
Dm                 C/E         F         Ab    G7         G7        G7         G7
Please sir, by the way, sir,       may I be excused?


[Verse 4]
C            Dm      F                    Am
     Take my sorrow;   I’m running out of joy.
C7                        F                              Dm             G
     When you’re tired of playing with yourself, you can always take my toys.
C            Dm    F                    Am
     Take my baby; show her a real good time
C7                      F                   Dm                       G
      You always were a super dad, but as a lover you were less than fine.


C            Dm             F                         Am
     Take my jewels, well I know you love to see them shine.
           C7                   F                              Dm    G         C         C
But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love, because it’s mine, mine, all mine.


[Bridge 2]
F                      Bb/F                   Bb/F                   F
Tell me now, now who’s playing this game, and which side do I choose?
    F                      Bb/F                      Gm/F                F
I’m going downtown and I’m spinning around, is there anyone I can accuse?
D                        E     F           A
      What are the odds;    or do I win or lose?
Dm                 C/E         F         Ab    G7         G7        G7         G7
Please sir, by the way, sir,       may I be excused?

G7                      G7
     I don’t wanna play  with you no more


[Coda (play repeated section 8 times total. 4 vox / 4 sax solo)]
       C                       G            Am      Am            G     G     G     G
|:         I don’t want to play with you no more            :|


[Chorus]
      C                    F             C                     F
|:   Step right up you poor little girl, step right up you poor little girl,
C                     F                 G                    G
Step right up you poor little girl, and take your Souvenirs.
       C                     F             C                     F
       Step right up you poor little girl, step right up you poor little girl,
C                     F                 G                      G        G        G
Step right up you poor little girl, and take your Souvenirs.                          :|


[Outro]
C                 G                 F          F
Step right up you poor, poor girl,