Chords for Phil Ochs - Flower Lady

_ _ _ _ _ _ Now, wouldn't it be [Eb] embarrassing if somebody dropped a cube in that water without [D] me knowing about it?
[E]
It would be a hell of a [Eb] concern, wouldn't it?
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_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ Now I'll do a song that [F] I finished off _ _ right here in Montreal. _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [C] It's called Nobody Buys Flowers from the Flower [F] Lady. _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] Unlike [F] television and politics, [C] you have to listen to the words.
I'll sing it. _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _
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[F] _ _ _ Millionaires and paupers [Bb]
walk [F] the hungry street.
[F] _ _ _ _
_ Rich and poor companion [Dm] _
of the [C] restless fee.
_ [F] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ Strangers in [Bb] a foreign land [Am] strike a [Bb] match with a trembling hand.
[Am] _
[A] Learn too [Dm] much to ever _ [C] understand.
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Bb] But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady.
_ [C] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] Lovers [F] quarrel, snarl [Bb] away [F] their happiness.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] Kisses crumble [F] in a [C] web of loneliness. _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Am] It's written [Bb] by the poison pen.
[Am] _ Voices break [Bb] before they bend.
[Am] The door is [Dm] slammed, it's over [Bb] once [G] again.
[C] _ _
[F] _ _ [Gm] But [Bb] _ nobody's buying [C] _ flowers _ [F] _ from the flower lady.
_ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ Poets [F] _ agonize, they cannot find the word. _ _ _
And the stone stares at the sculptor, [C] asks, are you absurd?
[F] _ _ [D] _ _
[Am] _ Painter paints [Bb] his brushes black. _
[A] Through the canvas [Bb] runs a crack.
[Am] _
Portrait [Dm] of the pain never [C] answers back.
_ [F] _ _ But [Bb] _
nobody's [C] buying flowers _ [F] _
_ [Bb] from the [F] flower lady.
_ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
Soldiers disillusioned to come home from the war.
_ _ _ _ Sarcastic students tell [Dm] them not to [C] fight no [F] more.
_ _ [D] _ _ [Am] And they [Bb] argue through the night.
[Am] _ Black is [Bb] black and white is white.
_ Walk [Dm] away both knowing [Bb] they [C] are right.
_ _ [F] _
_ [Gm] Still _ [Bb] _ nobody's [C] buying flowers _ [F] _ from [Bb] the flower [F] lady.
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ Smoke dreams of escaping [Bb]
souls [F] are drifting [Bb] _ [F] by. _ _
_ _ Dull the pain of living [Dm]
as they slowly [D] _ die. _ _
_ _ [Am] _ Smiles change [Bb] into a sneer.
[Am] _ Washed away [Bb] by whiskey tears.
_ In the [Am] quicksand [D] of their [Dm]
mind [Bb] they [C] disappear.
_ _ _ [F] _
_ But [Bb] _ nobody's [C] buying _ flowers _ [F] _ [Bb] from the [F] flower lady. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ People, aged people, almost to their _ _ knees. _ _
_ Complain about the present _ [C] using memory.
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ [Am] Never [Bb] found their pot of gold.
[Am] _ _ Wrinkled [Bb] hands found weary hope.
Each line [Dm] screams out, you're old, [Bb] you're old, [C] you're old.
[C] _ _ [F] _ _
[Gm] But _ [Bb] _ nobody's [C] buying flowers _ [F] _ _ from the flower lady. _ _ _ _ _
And the flower lady _ hobbles [Bb]
home [F] without a sound. _ _ _
_ _ Tattered shreds of pebbles [Dm]
leave a [C] _ fading trail.
[F] _ _ [D] _
_ [Am] _ Not a [Dm] pause [Bb] to hold the road.
[Am] _ Even she [Bb] no longer know.
[Am] The lamb [Dm] goes out the [Bb] evening, now [Dm] is it [G] glow?
_ [C] _ _ [F] _
_ [Gm] And [Bb] _ nobody's [C] buying flowers _ [F] _ from the flower lady.
_ [Bb] _ _ [F] Yes, _ _
[Bb] _ nobody's [C] buying _ _ _
[D] flowers _ [Bb] from the flower lady.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _