Raspberries Strawberries Chords by Kingston Trio #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Received: from post-office.nevada.edu (post-office.nevada.edu [131.216.1.11]) by redrock.nevada.edu (8.6.4/8.6.4) with ESMTP id RAA11702 for ; Mon, 17 Jan 1994 17:54:06 -0800 Received: from oak.cc.swarthmore.edu (oak.cc.swarthmore.edu [130.58.64.20]) by post-office.nevada.edu (8.6.4/8.6.4) with ESMTP id RAA05512 for ; Mon, 17 Jan 1994 17:53:58 -0800 Received: from [130.58.55.52] (mac02.whartonef1.swarthmore.edu [130.58.55.52]) by oak.cc.swarthmore.edu (8.6.4/8.6.4) with SMTP id UAA26366 for ; Mon, 17 Jan 1994 20:53:53 -0500 Date: Mon, 17 Jan 1994 20:53:53 -0500 Message-Id: X-Mailer: Eudora 1.3.1+Swarthmore To: jamesb@nevada.edu From: mmirarc1@cc.swarthmore.edu (Mike Mirarchi) X-Sender: mmirarc1@cc.swarthmore.edu (Unverified) 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 ______________________________________________________________________________ "Elle me l'avait todi promis Une belle petite gayole, une belle petite gayole..." Mike Mirarchi mmirarc1@cc.swarthmore.edu