This Guys In Love With You - Herb Alpert

 

Composed by Burt Bacharach (music) and Hal David (lyrics)

[Verse]
 
Cmaj7               Fmaj7                          Bbmaj7
    You see, this guy,     this guy's in love with you
Cmaj7            Fmaj7       E7sus4   E7      Am7
    Yes I'm in love;     who looks at you the way I do?
Gm7            C9            Fmaj7           Bb9/F
When you smile I can tell we know each other very well
    Em7   Am7              D7sus4      Dm7/G
How can I show you, I'm glad      I got to know you 'cause
 
 
Cmaj7                 Fmaj7                          Bbmaj7
    I've heard some talk,     they say you think I'm fine
Cmaj7             Fmaj7       E7sus4   E7    Am7
    Yes, I'm in love,     and what I'd do to make you mine
Gm7          C9               Fmaj7         Bb9/F
Tell me now, is it so?  Don't let me be the last to know
   Em7       Am7          D7sus4   Dm7/G                      G
My hands are shakin' Don't let my heart keep breakin' 'cause
 
 
[Chorus]
 
Cmaj7             Fmaj7       Cmaj7              Fmaj7
    I need your love,              I want your love
Cmaj7          Bm7     Am7           D7        G       Gmaj7    G7
    Say you're in      love, in love with this guy     |  |  |  |
                 C
If not I'll just die
 
 
[Bridge]
 
Cmaj7   Fmaj7        Bbmaj7    Cmaj7   Fmaj7    E7sus4  E7  Am7
 
Gm7          C9               Fmaj7         Bb9/F
Tell me now, is it so?  Don't let me be the last to know
   Em7       Am7          D7sus4   Dm7/G                     G
My hands are shakin' Don't let my heart keep breakin' 'cause
 
 
[Chorus]
 
Cmaj7             Fmaj7       Cmaj7              Fmaj7
    I need your love,              I want your love
Cmaj7          Bm7     Am7           D7        G       Gmaj7    G7
    Say you're in      love, in love with this guy     |  |  |  |
                 C
If not I'll just die
 [Outro]
 
Cmaj7       Fmaj7           Bbmaj7      Cmaj7----
You see this guy
This guy's in love with you
Yes, I'm in love
Who looks at you the way I do
When you smile I can tell
We know each other very well
How can I show you
I'm glad I got to know you, 'cause

I've heard some talk
They say you think I'm fine
Yeah, I'm in love
And what I'd do to make you mine
Tell me now, is it so?
Don't let me be the last to know
My hands are shaking
Don't let my heart keep breaking, 'cause
I need your love
I want your love
Say you're in love
In love with this guy
If not, I'll just die

Tell me now, is it so?
Don't let me be the last to know
My hands are shaking
Don't let my heart keep breaking, 'cause

I need your love
I want your love
Say you're in love
In love with this guy
If not, I'll just die

MR. BOJANGLES - Sammy Davis Jr, Bob Dylan and others

MR BOJANGLES  

Note (Chord/Bass Note)
                                        

   C/C       C/B              Am7/A         C/G   F/F           G/G
I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you,    in worn out shoes.

   C/C       C/B              Am7/A         C/G      F/F           G/G
With silver hair a ragged shirt and baggy pants,    He did the old soft shoe

F            C    E7         Am   Am7  D7                      G
He jumped so high, jumped so high,     Then he lightly touched down.

CHORUS
Am       G      Am         G      Am         G        C
Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, dance. 

 
   C/C       C/B              Am7/A       C/G  F/F           G/G
I met him in a cell I was in New Orleans       I was down and out.
   C/C       C/B              Am7/A         C/G  F/F           G/G
He looked at me to be the eyes of age as         he spoke right out.
F              C    E7         Am   Am7     D7                      G
He talked of life, talked of life,        he laughed slapped his leg a step.

(Chorus)
C/C       C/B              Am7/A       C/G  F/F           G/G
He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick, across the cell.
C/C       C/B              Am7/A       C/G  F/F           G/G 
He grabbed his pants a better stance oh he jumped up high,
F            C    E7         Am   Am7               D7                      
He clicked his heels, he let go a laugh, let go a laugh,
D7                                G
   Shook back his clothes all around.

(Chorus)
C/C       C/B              Am7/A       C/G  F/F           G/G
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs Throughout the south.
C/C       C/B              Am7/A       C/G  F/F           G/G 
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he Traveled about.
F            C    E7         Am   Am7  
His dog up and died, up and died,
D7                            G
After twenty years he still grieved,

(Chorus)
C/C       C/B              Am7/A       C/G  F/F           G/G
He said, "I dance now at every chance in honky tonks For drinks and tips.
C/C       C/B              Am7/A       C/G  F/F           G/G 
But most of the I spend behind these county bars," He said, "I drinks a bit."
F            C    E7         Am   Am7  
He shook his head and he shook his head,
D7                      G
I heard someone ask him please,

(Chorus) x 2 end on C

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*Whistling*

I knew a man,
Bojangles,
and he'd dance for you
in worn out shoes,
with silver hair,
a ragged shirt,
and baggy pants.
He would do the old soft shoe.
He could jump so high,
jump so high,
and then he'd lightly touch down.

I met him in a cell
in New Orleans, I was,
while I was down and out.
He looked to me to be the very eyes of age
as he spoke right out,
talked of life, lord that man talked of life,
laughed, slapped his leg and stepped.

He said his name was "Bojangles"
and he danced a lick
right across the cell.
He grabbed his pants,
took a bitter stance, 
jumped up high.
That's when he 
clicked his heels.
Then he let go a laugh,
lord, he'd let go a laugh,
shook back his clothes all around.

That was Mr. Bojangles.
Mr. Bojangles.
Mr. Bojangles.
Lord, he could dance.

He told me of the times 
he worked with minstrel shows,
travelling around The South.
He spoke with tears
of fifteen years
how his dog and he,
they used to travel all about.
But his dog up and died,
dog up and died,
and after twenty years he still greived.

He said "I dance
now and every chance a
honkey-tonk,
for my drinks and tips.
But most of the time
I spend behind these country bars,
you see son, I drinks a bit."

Then he shook his head.
Lord, when he shook his head,
I could swear I heard someone
say please, please, please.

Mr. Bojangles.
A-Mr. Bojangles.
Mr. Bojangles.
Come back and dance a dance,
please dance,
come on and dance now.

A-Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
dance.
Come back and dance,
Mr. Bojangles.

*Whistle*