My Daddy Plays the Ukulele

Hey folks! I've decided to blog the lyrics to some of my songs, and throw in chords so you can play them at home. (Preferably on the ukulele, but if you have an inferior instrument, needs must.)
So enjoy!

My Daddy Plays the Ukulele
By Winlar
©2005
winlar@winlar.net

C................................A7

He ain’t got a lot of money
F....................................G7
He ain’t too elegantly dressed
C...................................... A7
He's always tryin' to be funny

D7........................................... G7

Without a real good ratio of success

..........C...................................... Cm
But I know my Daddy really loves me
..........F .........................................Fm
Each evening he tucks me in at night
C .................................A7
My Daddy plays the ukulele
.........D7 ...............G7 ....................C
And that makes everything all right

My Life is nothin’ but messes
They’re the only things that I can call mine
I’m not quite sure what my address is
But it’s somewhere ‘neath the poverty line

Ask me how I’ve got it
And I’ll tell you truthful things are pretty tight
But my Daddy plays the ukulele
And that makes everything all right

Bridge
.......F ....................G7 ....................C
His song writing may not be the greatest
.........F....................G7 .................C
And it ain’t much listen to him sing
........F ...........................G7 ............C
and as for playing the uke with virtuosity
..........D7 ................................................G7
Well, I’m not certain there is such a thing
...........................C ........................Cm
But when my hard kid’s day is over
........F .........................................................Fm
And mommy comes and turns out the light
C .................................A7
My Daddy plays the ukulele
.........D7 ..............G7.................... C
And that makes everything all right

Some kids are born into greed
Some kids get toys and stuff for free
Some kids have everything they need
And other kids, well, they’d be me

But I wouldn’t trade it for the world
So don’t sit up late worryin’ ‘bout my plight
My Daddy plays the ukulele
And that makes everything all right

So don’t you think I’m in depression
Wishin’ I had wealth and blood so blue
Just let me just ask you one question
What instrument does your dad play for you?

‘Cause each evenin’ I get a melody
To dream about until the morning light
My Daddy plays the ukulele
And that makes everything all right
Yes it does
That makes everything all right