Three Chord Trick
by Bert Jansch
From the album: A Rare Conundrum
Track 13 of 14 on A Rare Conundrum (1977).
Duration: 2:46
Lyrics for Three Chord Trick
Fell in love at 16 with a folk-singing lady Who sang so sweetly, "My Johnny is a shoemaker" She taught me C and G and the songs of Woody Guthrie I was prouder than punch hoping that a young man would forsake her 'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G A folk singer's life is the life for me Now old man Johnny was a basket weaver With a bottle in his hand and a bundle of canes on his back Now when he was blind drunk, all he could weave Was a tiny baby's rattle with beer bottle tops from his sack 'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G A folk singer's life is the life for me I remember the night a nymphomaniac lady With lust in her eyes She grabbed me and pushed me through the door Now she played the poor Willie and I sure felt silly Playing my guitar I was flat on my back on the floor 'Twas in a dingy little folk club down on the high street First had a taste of that bittersweet refrain on my brain Pick a bale of cotton in the key of G A folk singer's life is the life for me