Chords for simon & garfunkel mrs robinson
Tempo:
91.4 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
A
E
D
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
[F#m]
[B]
[E] [A] [D] [F#m]
[F#] [E]
And [A] here's to you, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson, Jesus [F#m] loves you more than [D] you will know.
[E] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
[A] God bless you, please, Mrs.
[F#m] [A] Robertson, Heaven [F#m] holds a place for those who [D] pray.
Hey, hey, [Bm] hey.
[F#] Hey, hey, hey.
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our [F#m] fly.
We'd like to [B] help you learn to help yourself.
[E] Look [A] around you all, you [D] see our [Bm] sympathetic eyes.
[F#]
Stroll around the [E] grounds until you feel at home.
And [A] here's to you, [F#m] Mrs.
Robertson, [A] Jesus [F#m] loves you more than [D] you will know.
Whoa, [E] whoa, whoa.
[Bm] God [A] bless you, please, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson, Heaven [F#m] holds a place for [D] those who pray.
[Bm] Hey, hey, hey.
[F#m] Hey, hey, [F#] hey.
Hiding in a hiding [B] place where no one ever goes.
[F#m]
[B] Waiting up next to the blown cupcakes.
[E] It's a [A] little [F#m] secret, just the Robertsons are there.
[E] [F#m] [F#] Most of all, we love [E] to hide from the kids, [A] coo, coo, ca-choo.
[F#m] Mrs.
Robertson, [A]
Jesus loves [F#m] you more than you [D] will know.
Whoa, [E] whoa, whoa.
God [A] bless you, please, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson, Heaven [F#m] holds a place for [D] those who pray.
Hey, [Bm] hey, hey.
Hey, hey, [F#] hey.
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday [F#m] afternoon.
[B] Going to the candidates' debate.
[E] Laugh [A] about it, shout about [D] it, when you've [F#m] got to choose.
[Bm] [F#m] [F#]
Every way you look at it, [E] you lose.
[A] Where have you gone, Joe [F#m] [E] DiMaggio?
[A] Our nation [F#m] turns its lonely [D] eyes to you.
Whoa, [E] whoa, whoa.
[A] What's that you say, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson?
Joe DiMaggio [F#m] has left them [D] all away.
Hey, [Bm] hey, hey.
Hey, [F#] hey, hey.
[F#m]
[B] [F#m]
[F#]
[F#m] [N]
[F#m]
[B]
[E] [A] [D] [F#m]
[F#] [E]
And [A] here's to you, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson, Jesus [F#m] loves you more than [D] you will know.
[E] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
[A] God bless you, please, Mrs.
[F#m] [A] Robertson, Heaven [F#m] holds a place for those who [D] pray.
Hey, hey, [Bm] hey.
[F#] Hey, hey, hey.
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our [F#m] fly.
We'd like to [B] help you learn to help yourself.
[E] Look [A] around you all, you [D] see our [Bm] sympathetic eyes.
[F#]
Stroll around the [E] grounds until you feel at home.
And [A] here's to you, [F#m] Mrs.
Robertson, [A] Jesus [F#m] loves you more than [D] you will know.
Whoa, [E] whoa, whoa.
[Bm] God [A] bless you, please, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson, Heaven [F#m] holds a place for [D] those who pray.
[Bm] Hey, hey, hey.
[F#m] Hey, hey, [F#] hey.
Hiding in a hiding [B] place where no one ever goes.
[F#m]
[B] Waiting up next to the blown cupcakes.
[E] It's a [A] little [F#m] secret, just the Robertsons are there.
[E] [F#m] [F#] Most of all, we love [E] to hide from the kids, [A] coo, coo, ca-choo.
[F#m] Mrs.
Robertson, [A]
Jesus loves [F#m] you more than you [D] will know.
Whoa, [E] whoa, whoa.
God [A] bless you, please, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson, Heaven [F#m] holds a place for [D] those who pray.
Hey, [Bm] hey, hey.
Hey, hey, [F#] hey.
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday [F#m] afternoon.
[B] Going to the candidates' debate.
[E] Laugh [A] about it, shout about [D] it, when you've [F#m] got to choose.
[Bm] [F#m] [F#]
Every way you look at it, [E] you lose.
[A] Where have you gone, Joe [F#m] [E] DiMaggio?
[A] Our nation [F#m] turns its lonely [D] eyes to you.
Whoa, [E] whoa, whoa.
[A] What's that you say, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson?
Joe DiMaggio [F#m] has left them [D] all away.
Hey, [Bm] hey, hey.
Hey, [F#] hey, hey.
[F#m]
[B] [F#m]
[F#]
[F#m] [N]
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_ And [A] here's to you, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson, Jesus [F#m] loves you more than [D] you will know.
_ [E] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
[A] God bless you, please, Mrs.
[F#m] [A] Robertson, Heaven [F#m] holds a place for those who [D] pray.
_ Hey, hey, [Bm] hey.
_ [F#] Hey, hey, hey. _ _ _
_ _ _ We'd like to know a little bit about you for our [F#m] fly.
_ _ We'd like to [B] help you learn to help yourself.
_ [E] Look [A] around you all, you [D] see our [Bm] sympathetic eyes.
_ [F#] _
Stroll around the [E] grounds until you feel at home.
And [A] here's to you, [F#m] Mrs.
Robertson, [A] Jesus [F#m] loves you more than [D] you will know.
Whoa, [E] whoa, whoa.
[Bm] God [A] bless you, please, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson, Heaven [F#m] holds a place for [D] those who pray.
_ [Bm] Hey, hey, hey.
_ [F#m] Hey, hey, [F#] hey. _ _ _ _ _ _
Hiding in a hiding [B] place where no one ever goes.
[F#m] _
_ [B] _ Waiting up next to the blown cupcakes. _
_ [E] It's a [A] little [F#m] secret, just the Robertsons are there.
[E] _ [F#m] _ [F#] _ Most of all, we love [E] to hide from the kids, [A] coo, coo, ca-choo.
[F#m] Mrs.
Robertson, [A]
Jesus loves [F#m] you more than you [D] will know.
Whoa, [E] whoa, whoa.
God [A] bless you, please, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson, Heaven [F#m] holds a place for [D] those who pray.
Hey, [Bm] hey, hey.
_ Hey, hey, [F#] hey. _ _ _
_ _ _ Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday [F#m] afternoon.
_ _ [B] Going to the candidates' debate.
_ _ [E] Laugh [A] about it, shout about [D] it, when you've [F#m] got to choose.
[Bm] _ [F#m] _ [F#]
Every way you look at it, [E] you lose.
[A] Where have you gone, Joe [F#m] [E] DiMaggio?
[A] Our nation [F#m] turns its lonely [D] eyes to you.
Whoa, [E] whoa, whoa.
[A] What's that you say, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson?
Joe DiMaggio [F#m] has left them [D] all away.
Hey, [Bm] hey, hey.
Hey, [F#] hey, hey. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ [F#m] _
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_ And [A] here's to you, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson, Jesus [F#m] loves you more than [D] you will know.
_ [E] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
[A] God bless you, please, Mrs.
[F#m] [A] Robertson, Heaven [F#m] holds a place for those who [D] pray.
_ Hey, hey, [Bm] hey.
_ [F#] Hey, hey, hey. _ _ _
_ _ _ We'd like to know a little bit about you for our [F#m] fly.
_ _ We'd like to [B] help you learn to help yourself.
_ [E] Look [A] around you all, you [D] see our [Bm] sympathetic eyes.
_ [F#] _
Stroll around the [E] grounds until you feel at home.
And [A] here's to you, [F#m] Mrs.
Robertson, [A] Jesus [F#m] loves you more than [D] you will know.
Whoa, [E] whoa, whoa.
[Bm] God [A] bless you, please, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson, Heaven [F#m] holds a place for [D] those who pray.
_ [Bm] Hey, hey, hey.
_ [F#m] Hey, hey, [F#] hey. _ _ _ _ _ _
Hiding in a hiding [B] place where no one ever goes.
[F#m] _
_ [B] _ Waiting up next to the blown cupcakes. _
_ [E] It's a [A] little [F#m] secret, just the Robertsons are there.
[E] _ [F#m] _ [F#] _ Most of all, we love [E] to hide from the kids, [A] coo, coo, ca-choo.
[F#m] Mrs.
Robertson, [A]
Jesus loves [F#m] you more than you [D] will know.
Whoa, [E] whoa, whoa.
God [A] bless you, please, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson, Heaven [F#m] holds a place for [D] those who pray.
Hey, [Bm] hey, hey.
_ Hey, hey, [F#] hey. _ _ _
_ _ _ Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday [F#m] afternoon.
_ _ [B] Going to the candidates' debate.
_ _ [E] Laugh [A] about it, shout about [D] it, when you've [F#m] got to choose.
[Bm] _ [F#m] _ [F#]
Every way you look at it, [E] you lose.
[A] Where have you gone, Joe [F#m] [E] DiMaggio?
[A] Our nation [F#m] turns its lonely [D] eyes to you.
Whoa, [E] whoa, whoa.
[A] What's that you say, [F#m] Mrs.
[A] Robertson?
Joe DiMaggio [F#m] has left them [D] all away.
Hey, [Bm] hey, hey.
Hey, [F#] hey, hey. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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