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Raspberries, Strawberries
The Kingston Trio
transcribed by Mike Mirarchi
Intro: D D/E D/F# D/E D
during the verses, play the same chords as the intro
A young man goes to Paris
As every young man should
There's something in the air of France
That does a young man good
refrain:
G D G D G
La la ...
G Am
Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew
D
Here's to the girls in the countryside
C G
The ones we drink them to
The Paris nights are warm and fair
The summer winds are soft
A young man finds the face of love
In every field and loft
C D7 G
In every field and loft
refrain
An old man returns to Paris
As every old man must
He finds the winter winds blow cold
His dreams have turned to dust
C D7 Em
His dreams have turned to dust
C D7 G
His dreams have turned to dust
G D G D G
La la la ...
G Am
Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew
D
Here's to the girls in the countryside
C G
Whom we must bid adieu
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"Elle me l'avait todi promis
Une belle petite gayole, une belle petite gayole..."
Mike Mirarchi
mmirarc1@cc.swarthmore.edu
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