The Cobbler (with chords... play along!)
My [F9]mama said: "Girl, find a [Bb7]man with a profession"
And [F9]having done research I must [Bb7]make this confession
Of the [F9]many men who wooed me with their [Bb7]skill and art
Only [C9]one was a shoe in to win my heart
The [D9]busker [G7]made a lot of cents
The [D9]camper, his [G7]love was in tents
The [E9]gardener was a bit too [A7]weedy
The [E9]baker was a bit too [A7]kneedy
Though he was a good roll model
But the [F9]cobbler, the [Bb7]cobbler
That [F9]young strapping, toe-tapping [Bb7]cobbler
He [F9]heeled me and [Bb7]made me whole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [D9]sole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [D9]sole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [D9]sole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [G]sole[D]
The goldsmith had a lot of gilt
The draftsman wasn't really built
The banker held some interest for me
The miner dug me well but he bore me
Though he was down to earth...
He'll [D9]be my bow in [G7]lace and leather
[D9]May we stay [G7]in step together
That [D9]high-kicking, heel-clicking, [G7]boot-licking, tongue-flicking
[C9]cobbler saved my [D9]sole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [D9]sole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [D9]sole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [G]sole[D]
The dog catcher led me a stray
The carpet man had shag piles to lay
The tattooist really had designs on me
The carpenter saw me once and still pines for me
I just don't think it woodwork...
©Mal Webb 2003
Yes, it's a pun run! As a straight man, I couldn't really get this song to write itself until I made the narrator a woman, at which point it began to make horrible sense! It still has many professions to go...
My [F9]mama said: "Girl, find a [Bb7]man with a profession"
And [F9]having done research I must [Bb7]make this confession
Of the [F9]many men who wooed me with their [Bb7]skill and art
Only [C9]one was a shoe in to win my heart
The [D9]busker [G7]made a lot of cents
The [D9]camper, his [G7]love was in tents
The [E9]gardener was a bit too [A7]weedy
The [E9]baker was a bit too [A7]kneedy
Though he was a good roll model
But the [F9]cobbler, the [Bb7]cobbler
That [F9]young strapping, toe-tapping [Bb7]cobbler
He [F9]heeled me and [Bb7]made me whole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [D9]sole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [D9]sole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [D9]sole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [G]sole[D]
The goldsmith had a lot of gilt
The draftsman wasn't really built
The banker held some interest for me
The miner dug me well but he bore me
Though he was down to earth...
He'll [D9]be my bow in [G7]lace and leather
[D9]May we stay [G7]in step together
That [D9]high-kicking, heel-clicking, [G7]boot-licking, tongue-flicking
[C9]cobbler saved my [D9]sole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [D9]sole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [D9]sole
The [C9]cobbler saved my [G]sole[D]
The dog catcher led me a stray
The carpet man had shag piles to lay
The tattooist really had designs on me
The carpenter saw me once and still pines for me
I just don't think it woodwork...
©Mal Webb 2003
Yes, it's a pun run! As a straight man, I couldn't really get this song to write itself until I made the narrator a woman, at which point it began to make horrible sense! It still has many professions to go...