Chords for Eleanor Rigby by Doodles Weaver

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ Eleanor Rigby picks up the mice in the_
Eleanor Rigby raises the prize,
chops up the ice.
_ _ Eleanor Rigby [Gm] looks through the light.
I_
[G#] I_
well I_
_ I'm trying [D#] to sing a song.
All I want to do is do Eleanor_ _ _ _ [Bm] Oh_ Oh_ _ _
_ [A] I'll do it [Bm] myself. _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ Oh, look at all the [B] lonely people.
_ [F#] _ _ [B] _
Eleanor Rigby [Bm] eats all the rice in the church
where her wedding [Em] had been.
[F#m] No, not eats all the [F#] rice.
[Bm] _ Eleanor Rigby picks up the dice,
raises the prize,
chops up the ice,
traffics in vice.
Oh no, no, no.
Kills all the mice in the church.
[F] That would be cruel.
[F#] Maybe I better start again.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
where her wedding [Em] had been.
Lives in [F#] a [Bm] dream, waits by the window,
_ wearing a [B] face that she keeps in the jar by the [Em] door.
That's [Bm] strange.
Most of my friends wear their faces on their head.
Who is it for?
[Em] _ All the [Bm] lonely people.
[Em] Where do they all come from?
[G] _ _ All the lonely people.
Where do [F#] they all [B] [G] belong?
_ [F#] _
_ _ [B] Father [Bm] McKenzie writing no words
to a sermon that no [Em] one will hear.
No one is [Bm] near.
Look at him working,
darning his socks in the night
when [Em] there's nobody there.
What a [G] weirdo priest this guy is.
First he writes a sermon for a bunch of deaf people.
Then he turns off the lights in his room and darned socks.
Can't you just hear him in the dark with those sharp needles?
And knit one, ouch, and purl two.
_ _ _ No wonder they call him the band-aid bishop.
[F#] Oh, the song.
[Em] No one's to care, [Bm] all the lonely people.
[Em] Where do [F#] they [B] all come from? _
[Em] All the bony [F#m] people.
All [Em] the _ ugly [Bm] people.
[G] Pugly reeple.
I'm a creeple.
A gold climber's steeple.
_ [F#] Where do they all [B] belong?
[G] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ Eleanor Igby, [G] Catherine Figby, Gwendolyn Bugley,
Bugby, [B] let's go play rugby,
Madeline [Gm] Snagby, [Em] Clusterine Hugby,
Harriet Gentry, Victor [B] Borghi,
Liberace, [Em] Thomas Dewey, Rudy Vallee,
Mike [F] Mazurky, Albuquerque,
have [E] some jerky, you're a turkey.
[F#] _ _ _
_ [B] Eleanor Igby died in a church
and was buried [Em] along with her name.
Nobody [B] came.
[F#] Speaking of churches,
did you hear about the religious skunk
who went to church each Sunday
and sat in his own pew?
_ Did you hear about the frustrated duck?
He couldn't get his down up.
_ [Bm] Father McKenzie,
wiping the dirt from his hand
as he works [Em] from the grave.
There's [A] that funky McKenzie guy again.
Not only does he write [G] punk sermons
and he louses up his socks,
but he can't even throw dirt straight.
You dig 16 tons, what do you get?
_ Filthy.
Ready for the biz [F#] bang.
[Em]
Oh, look at all the [Bm] lonely people. _
_ _ [Em] All the lonely [Bm] people.
[Em] Where do [F#] they all [D] belong?
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