Chords for Fiddler On The Roof - Dear God
Tempo:
95.45 bpm
Chords used:
F
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [N] Dear God, was that necessary?
Did you have to make him lame just before the Sabbath?
That wasn't nice.
It's enough you pick on me.
Bless me with five daughters, a life of poverty, that's all right.
But what have you got against my horse?
Really.
Sometimes, I think, when things are too quiet up there,
you say to yourself,
let's see, what kind of mischief can I play on my friend Tevye?
So you're finally here, my breadwinner.
I'll talk to you later.
So why are you late today?
His foot went lame.
Well, hurry up.
Son won't wait.
And I have something important to say to you.
Still have some deliveries in the village.
You'll be late for the Sabbath.
I won't be late.
You'll be late.
I won't be late.
I won't be late.
If you ever stop talking, I won't be late.
You can die from such a man.
As the good book says,
heal us, O Lord, and we shall be healed.
In other words, send us the cure.
We've got the sickness already.
I'm not really complaining.
After all, with your help,
I'm starving to death.
[Eb] [N] Dear God, was that necessary?
Did you have to make him lame just before the Sabbath?
That wasn't nice.
It's enough you pick on me.
Bless me with five daughters, a life of poverty, that's all right.
But what have you got against my horse?
Really.
Sometimes, I think, when things are too quiet up there,
you say to yourself,
let's see, what kind of mischief can I play on my friend Tevye?
So you're finally here, my breadwinner.
I'll talk to you later.
So why are you late today?
His foot went lame.
Well, hurry up.
Son won't wait.
And I have something important to say to you.
Still have some deliveries in the village.
You'll be late for the Sabbath.
I won't be late.
You'll be late.
I won't be late.
I won't be late.
If you ever stop talking, I won't be late.
You can die from such a man.
As the good book says,
heal us, O Lord, and we shall be healed.
In other words, send us the cure.
We've got the sickness already.
I'm not really complaining.
After all, with your help,
I'm starving to death.
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_ [Eb] _ _ [N] _ Dear God, was that necessary?
_ _ Did you have to make him lame just before the Sabbath? _ _ _
That wasn't nice.
It's enough you pick on me.
Bless me with five daughters, a life of poverty, that's all right.
But what have you got against my horse?
_ _ Really.
Sometimes, I think, when things are too quiet up there,
you say to yourself,
let's see, what kind of mischief can I play on my friend Tevye? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ So you're finally here, my breadwinner.
I'll talk to you later.
So why are you late today?
His foot went lame.
Well, hurry up.
Son won't wait.
And I have something important to say to you.
Still have some deliveries in the village.
You'll be late for the Sabbath.
I won't be late.
You'll be late.
I won't be late.
I won't be late.
If you ever stop talking, I won't be late.
You can die from such a man.
As the good book says,
heal us, O Lord, and we shall be healed.
_ In other words, send us the cure.
We've got the sickness already. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'm not really complaining.
_ _ After all, with your help, _ _
_ I'm starving to death. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [N] _ Dear God, was that necessary?
_ _ Did you have to make him lame just before the Sabbath? _ _ _
That wasn't nice.
It's enough you pick on me.
Bless me with five daughters, a life of poverty, that's all right.
But what have you got against my horse?
_ _ Really.
Sometimes, I think, when things are too quiet up there,
you say to yourself,
let's see, what kind of mischief can I play on my friend Tevye? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ So you're finally here, my breadwinner.
I'll talk to you later.
So why are you late today?
His foot went lame.
Well, hurry up.
Son won't wait.
And I have something important to say to you.
Still have some deliveries in the village.
You'll be late for the Sabbath.
I won't be late.
You'll be late.
I won't be late.
I won't be late.
If you ever stop talking, I won't be late.
You can die from such a man.
As the good book says,
heal us, O Lord, and we shall be healed.
_ In other words, send us the cure.
We've got the sickness already. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'm not really complaining.
_ _ After all, with your help, _ _
_ I'm starving to death. _ _