Chords for Harry Chapin - Thirty Thousand Pounds of Bananas

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_ [F] _ _ _ _ It was just after dark when the truck started down [Bb] the hill that [Bbm] leads into [F] Scranton, Pennsylvania.
_ _ _ [Eb] Carrying 30 [Cm],000 pounds _ _ _ [F] of bananas. _ _
_ Carrying 30 [D],000 [Cm] pounds in a big jar [F] of bananas. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ He was a young [A] driver [Bb] just out [Bbm] on his second [F] job.
And he was carrying the next day's pay spruce [C] for everyone in that cold scarred city
where [F] children play without despair in [Bb] backyard slag [Bbm] piles and folks [F] manage to eat each day.
_ About [Dm] 30,000 [Cm] pounds _ _ [F] of bananas.
Yes, just about 30 [Cm],000 pounds, dream it again, John, [F] of bananas. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ He passed a sign that he should have seen, [Bb] saying shift the load [Bbm] gear, a $50 [F] fine, my friend.
_ [C] He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breath [F] woman who was waiting at the journey's end.
He started down [Bbm] the two-mile [F] drop, the curving road that wound from the [C] top of the hill.
_ He was pushing on through the shortening miles [F] that ran down to the depot, just a few more [Cm] miles to go.
[Bb] Then he'd go home and have [Bbm] her [F] ease his long cramped day away from the smell of 30 [Cm],000 pounds of [F] bananas.
Yes, the smell of 30 [Cm],000 pounds _ [F] of bananas.
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_ _ _ He was picking up speed as the city spread its [B] twinkling [Bm] lights [Gb] below him. _
But it made no heed as the shivering [B] thoughts of the night's [Bm] delights [Gb] went through him.
_ His [Db] foot nursed the brakes to slow him down, but the pedal floored easy without a sound.
He said, great, _ it was funny how he had named the only man who [Db] could save him now.
He was trapped inside a dead-end hill [Gb] slide, riding on his three hunchback, [B] was everywhere one of those [Gb] yellow green,
_ I'm telling you, 30 [Ebm] [Dbm],000 pounds _ [Gb] of bananas.
Yes, there were [Eb] 30,000 [Dbm] pounds _ [Gb] of bananas.
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_ _ _ _ He barely made the sweeping [C] curve that led into [G] the steepest grave.
_ _ _ _ And he missed the thankful passing [C] bus at 90 [Cm] miles [G] an hour.
And he said, _ God, [Dm] make it a dream, [Bb] as he rode [F] his last [G] ride down. _
He said, God, make [Dm] it a dream, [Bb] as he rode [F] his last [C] ride down. _
[Cm] And his sideswiped 19 neat parked [G] cars, clipped off 13 telephone [C] poles,
hit two [Cm] houses, bruised eight [G] trees, and blew across seven people.
[Dm] It was then he lost his head, not to mention an arm or two, before [G] he stopped.
_ And [D] he smeared for 400 yards along a hill that leads into [G] Scranton, Pennsylvania, _
_ all those 30 _ _ ,000 [Dm] _ pounds _ _ _ _ _ of _ [G] _ bananas. _ _
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_ _ _ _ You _ know, the man who told me about it on the bus [C] as it went up the [Cm] hill out of Scranton, [G] Pennsylvania,
_ _ _ [Dm] he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head, and he [G] said, _ and this is exactly what he said,
_ Boy, it sure must have been something.
Just imagine 30,000 pounds of bananas. _
Yes, [F] there were 30 _ [C],000 [Dm] _
pounds _ _ _ _ of mashed [G] _ bananas.
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_ _ Of bananas. _ _ _
Bananas.
_ _ [Ab] Just bananas. _
_ [A] 30,000 pounds of [Bb] bananas.
_ Not [B] an old driver now, [C] just bananas.
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