Chords for Sweeney Todd-Poor Thing-Lyrics
Tempo:
134.15 bpm
Chords used:
B
Bm
D
E
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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There was [B] a barber and his wife, [D] and he was [E] beautiful.
[B] A proper artist with a knife, but they [D] transported him for life, and he was [B] [Bm] beautiful.
Barger his name was, Benjamin Barger.
Who was his tribe?
Foolishness.
He had this wife, [Em] you see, pretty little thing, silly little nuit, [B] had her transfer [Bm] the moon on [B] a string.
Poor thing, [Bm] [E]
[B] poor thing.
[Bm]
There was this judge, [E] you see, wanted her like [G] mad, every day [Bm] send her a flower.
[B] [Bm]
But did she come down from [F#m] a tower, [Em] [G]
sat up there and sobbed [F#] by the hour.
[B]
Poor thing.
But there [B] was worse yet to come, [C#] poor thing.
[A#]
[D]
The [D#] beadle calls on her all polite, poor thing, poor thing.
The judge, he tells her, is all contrite, [D] he blames himself for her dreadful plight.
She must come straight to his house tonight, poor thing.
[A]
Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing, there are avenues for [D] all in mosques.
[A] There's no one she knows there, poor [D] devil thing.
[Bm] She wanders tormented and brings, poor thing, [E] the judge has repented, [B] she thinks, poor thing.
[E] Oh, where is Judge Turpin, [B] she asks.
[F#] He was there all right, and ain't I so [A#] contrite.
[G] She was a no match [A] for such craft, you see, and everyone thought it so droll.
They [Dm] figured she had to be doffed, you see, [Bm] so all of them stood there [B] and laughed, you see.
[E] Poor soul, poor thing.
[B] A proper artist with a knife, but they [D] transported him for life, and he was [B] [Bm] beautiful.
Barger his name was, Benjamin Barger.
Who was his tribe?
Foolishness.
He had this wife, [Em] you see, pretty little thing, silly little nuit, [B] had her transfer [Bm] the moon on [B] a string.
Poor thing, [Bm] [E]
[B] poor thing.
[Bm]
There was this judge, [E] you see, wanted her like [G] mad, every day [Bm] send her a flower.
[B] [Bm]
But did she come down from [F#m] a tower, [Em] [G]
sat up there and sobbed [F#] by the hour.
[B]
Poor thing.
But there [B] was worse yet to come, [C#] poor thing.
[A#]
[D]
The [D#] beadle calls on her all polite, poor thing, poor thing.
The judge, he tells her, is all contrite, [D] he blames himself for her dreadful plight.
She must come straight to his house tonight, poor thing.
[A]
Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing, there are avenues for [D] all in mosques.
[A] There's no one she knows there, poor [D] devil thing.
[Bm] She wanders tormented and brings, poor thing, [E] the judge has repented, [B] she thinks, poor thing.
[E] Oh, where is Judge Turpin, [B] she asks.
[F#] He was there all right, and ain't I so [A#] contrite.
[G] She was a no match [A] for such craft, you see, and everyone thought it so droll.
They [Dm] figured she had to be doffed, you see, [Bm] so all of them stood there [B] and laughed, you see.
[E] Poor soul, poor thing.
Key:
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_ _ _ _ _ There _ was [B] a barber and his wife, _ _ _ [D] and he was [E] beautiful. _ _
[B] A proper artist with a knife, _ but they [D] transported him for life, _ and he was [B] _ [Bm] beautiful. _ _
_ _ Barger his name was, _ Benjamin Barger.
_ _ Who was his tribe? _
_ _ _ Foolishness. _ _ _
_ He had this wife, [Em] you see, pretty little thing, silly little nuit, [B] had her transfer [Bm] the moon on [B] a string. _ _
Poor thing, [Bm] _ _ _ _ [E] _
[B] poor thing.
[Bm] _ _ _ _
There was this judge, [E] you see, _ wanted her like [G] mad, every day [Bm] send her a flower.
[B] _ _ [Bm]
But did she come down from [F#m] a tower, [Em] _ _ [G]
sat up there and sobbed [F#] by the hour.
[B] _ _ _
Poor thing.
_ But there [B] was worse yet to come, [C#] poor thing.
_ _ _ _ [A#] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ The [D#] beadle calls on her all polite, poor thing, _ poor thing.
_ The judge, he tells her, is all contrite, [D] he blames himself for her dreadful plight.
She must come straight to his house tonight, poor thing. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing, there are avenues for [D] all in mosques.
[A] There's no one she knows there, poor [D] devil thing.
[Bm] She wanders tormented and brings, poor thing, [E] the judge has repented, [B] she thinks, poor thing.
[E] Oh, where is Judge Turpin, [B] she asks.
_ _ _ [F#] He was there all right, and ain't I so [A#] contrite. _ _ _
_ _ [G] She was a no match [A] for such craft, you see, and everyone thought it so droll.
They [Dm] figured she had to be doffed, you see, [Bm] so all of them stood there [B] and laughed, you see.
[E] Poor soul, _ _ _ _ poor thing. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] A proper artist with a knife, _ but they [D] transported him for life, _ and he was [B] _ [Bm] beautiful. _ _
_ _ Barger his name was, _ Benjamin Barger.
_ _ Who was his tribe? _
_ _ _ Foolishness. _ _ _
_ He had this wife, [Em] you see, pretty little thing, silly little nuit, [B] had her transfer [Bm] the moon on [B] a string. _ _
Poor thing, [Bm] _ _ _ _ [E] _
[B] poor thing.
[Bm] _ _ _ _
There was this judge, [E] you see, _ wanted her like [G] mad, every day [Bm] send her a flower.
[B] _ _ [Bm]
But did she come down from [F#m] a tower, [Em] _ _ [G]
sat up there and sobbed [F#] by the hour.
[B] _ _ _
Poor thing.
_ But there [B] was worse yet to come, [C#] poor thing.
_ _ _ _ [A#] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ The [D#] beadle calls on her all polite, poor thing, _ poor thing.
_ The judge, he tells her, is all contrite, [D] he blames himself for her dreadful plight.
She must come straight to his house tonight, poor thing. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing, there are avenues for [D] all in mosques.
[A] There's no one she knows there, poor [D] devil thing.
[Bm] She wanders tormented and brings, poor thing, [E] the judge has repented, [B] she thinks, poor thing.
[E] Oh, where is Judge Turpin, [B] she asks.
_ _ _ [F#] He was there all right, and ain't I so [A#] contrite. _ _ _
_ _ [G] She was a no match [A] for such craft, you see, and everyone thought it so droll.
They [Dm] figured she had to be doffed, you see, [Bm] so all of them stood there [B] and laughed, you see.
[E] Poor soul, _ _ _ _ poor thing. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _