Chords for Joni Mitchell - The Gallery (Live In-Studio 1970)
Tempo:
107.95 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Am
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
This next song is for [Ab] all you Scientologists who may be listening.
[G]
I guess there's a Scientologist
here.
It's a story about an artist and his old lady and the song is kind of a dilemma
on the part of the [Ab] lady.
Being a lady to an artist is no easy thing because as we all
know artists are of course connoisseurs of beauty and I always like to say that this
is a song about a man who spent a lot of time running around connoisseuring all those beauties.
[G]
[D] It's called The Gallery.
[G]
[C]
[G] [D] [G]
When I first saw your gallery [C] I liked the ones [G] of ladies, [D] oh [G] yes I did.
Then you began
to hang up me.
[C]
You started [G] to portray me.
I was a little girl, I was a little girl.
In ice and [A] greens and old blue jeans [G] and naked in roses.
Then two funny scenes [C]
that all your
work [G] discloses.
Lady [Am] don't love me [G] now, I [C] am, [G] I am a saint.
Turn down your bed, I have
no heart.
That's what [C] you said.
You said [G] I can be cruel, [Am]
but let me [G] be gentle with
you.
[F] [G] Somewhere in a magazine [C] I found a [G] page about you.
And I see that now it's Josephine
who cannot be without you.
Oh I keep your house [A] in fit repair.
[G] I dust the portraits
daily.
I'm here from everywhere.
[C]
The writing [G] looks like ladies.
Oh lady please [Am] love [G] me
now.
[C] I am dead, I [G] am a saint.
Turn down your bed, I [Am] have no heart.
[G] That's [C] what you said.
You said [G] I can be cruel, [Em]
but let [G] me be gentle with you.
I gave you all my pretty years.
[C] Then we began [G] to weather.
And I was left to winter.
I was left to winter.
I was left to
winter [C] here.
Oh you [G] went west for pleasure.
And now you're flying [A] back this way [G] like some
lost home in Pigeon.
And it turned your brain, so you [C] say, and changed you [G] with religion.
Oh lady please love me now.
I [C] was dead, you know I [G] am no saint.
Turn down your bed, I
have no heart.
That's what you [C] said.
And I said [G] well I can be cruel.
[Am]
[D] [Em] Oh but let [G] me be
gentle with you.
When I first saw your gallery, [C] I liked the ones [G] of ladies.
But now their
faces follow me.
[C] And all their eyes [G] look shady.
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am]
[G] [D]
[G]
[E]
This next song is for [Ab] all you Scientologists who may be listening.
[G]
I guess there's a Scientologist
here.
It's a story about an artist and his old lady and the song is kind of a dilemma
on the part of the [Ab] lady.
Being a lady to an artist is no easy thing because as we all
know artists are of course connoisseurs of beauty and I always like to say that this
is a song about a man who spent a lot of time running around connoisseuring all those beauties.
[G]
[D] It's called The Gallery.
[G]
[C]
[G] [D] [G]
When I first saw your gallery [C] I liked the ones [G] of ladies, [D] oh [G] yes I did.
Then you began
to hang up me.
[C]
You started [G] to portray me.
I was a little girl, I was a little girl.
In ice and [A] greens and old blue jeans [G] and naked in roses.
Then two funny scenes [C]
that all your
work [G] discloses.
Lady [Am] don't love me [G] now, I [C] am, [G] I am a saint.
Turn down your bed, I have
no heart.
That's what [C] you said.
You said [G] I can be cruel, [Am]
but let me [G] be gentle with
you.
[F] [G] Somewhere in a magazine [C] I found a [G] page about you.
And I see that now it's Josephine
who cannot be without you.
Oh I keep your house [A] in fit repair.
[G] I dust the portraits
daily.
I'm here from everywhere.
[C]
The writing [G] looks like ladies.
Oh lady please [Am] love [G] me
now.
[C] I am dead, I [G] am a saint.
Turn down your bed, I [Am] have no heart.
[G] That's [C] what you said.
You said [G] I can be cruel, [Em]
but let [G] me be gentle with you.
I gave you all my pretty years.
[C] Then we began [G] to weather.
And I was left to winter.
I was left to winter.
I was left to
winter [C] here.
Oh you [G] went west for pleasure.
And now you're flying [A] back this way [G] like some
lost home in Pigeon.
And it turned your brain, so you [C] say, and changed you [G] with religion.
Oh lady please love me now.
I [C] was dead, you know I [G] am no saint.
Turn down your bed, I
have no heart.
That's what you [C] said.
And I said [G] well I can be cruel.
[Am]
[D] [Em] Oh but let [G] me be
gentle with you.
When I first saw your gallery, [C] I liked the ones [G] of ladies.
But now their
faces follow me.
[C] And all their eyes [G] look shady.
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am]
[G] [D]
[G]
[E]
Key:
G
C
Am
D
A
G
C
Am
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This next song is _ for [Ab] all you Scientologists who may be listening.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I guess there's a Scientologist
here. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's a story about an artist and his old lady and the song is kind of a dilemma
on the part of the [Ab] lady.
Being a lady to an artist is no easy thing because as we all
know artists are of course connoisseurs of beauty and I always like to say that this
is a song about a man who spent a lot of time running around connoisseuring all those beauties.
_ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ It's called The Gallery.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ When I first saw your _ gallery [C] _ I liked the ones [G] of ladies, [D] oh [G] yes I did.
_ Then you began
to hang up me.
[C] _
You started [G] to portray _ me.
I was a little girl, I was a little girl.
_ In ice and [A] greens and old blue jeans [G] and naked in roses.
_ _ _ _ Then _ _ two funny scenes [C]
that all your
work [G] _ discloses. _ _ _
Lady [Am] don't love me [G] now, I [C] am, _ [G] I am a saint.
Turn down your bed, I have
no heart.
That's what [C] you said.
You said [G] I can be cruel, _ [Am] _
but let me [G] be gentle with
you. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [G] Somewhere in a magazine _ [C] I found a [G] page about you.
_ _ _ _ And I see that now it's _ _ Josephine
who cannot be without you. _ _
_ Oh I keep your house [A] in fit repair.
[G] I dust the portraits
daily. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm here from _ everywhere.
_ [C]
The writing [G] looks like ladies. _ _ _
Oh lady please [Am] love [G] me
now.
[C] I am dead, I [G] am a saint.
Turn down your bed, I [Am] have no heart.
[G] That's [C] what you said.
You said [G] I can be cruel, _ [Em]
but let [G] me be gentle with you. _ _
_ _ _ _ I gave you all my pretty years.
[C] Then we began [G] to weather.
_ _ _ _ And I was left to winter.
I was left to winter.
I was left to
winter [C] here.
Oh you [G] went west for pleasure. _ _
_ And now you're flying [A] back this way [G] like some
lost home in Pigeon.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And it turned your brain, so you [C] say, and changed you [G] with religion.
_ _ _ Oh lady please love me now.
I [C] was dead, you know I [G] am no saint.
Turn down your bed, I _ _ _ _
have no heart.
That's what you [C] said.
And I said [G] well I can be cruel.
[Am] _ _
_ _ [D] _ [Em] Oh but let [G] me be
gentle with you. _ _ _ _ _
When I first saw your gallery, [C] I liked the ones [G] of ladies. _ _ _ _
But now their
faces follow me.
[C] And all their eyes [G] look shady.
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This next song is _ for [Ab] all you Scientologists who may be listening.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I guess there's a Scientologist
here. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's a story about an artist and his old lady and the song is kind of a dilemma
on the part of the [Ab] lady.
Being a lady to an artist is no easy thing because as we all
know artists are of course connoisseurs of beauty and I always like to say that this
is a song about a man who spent a lot of time running around connoisseuring all those beauties.
_ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ It's called The Gallery.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ When I first saw your _ gallery [C] _ I liked the ones [G] of ladies, [D] oh [G] yes I did.
_ Then you began
to hang up me.
[C] _
You started [G] to portray _ me.
I was a little girl, I was a little girl.
_ In ice and [A] greens and old blue jeans [G] and naked in roses.
_ _ _ _ Then _ _ two funny scenes [C]
that all your
work [G] _ discloses. _ _ _
Lady [Am] don't love me [G] now, I [C] am, _ [G] I am a saint.
Turn down your bed, I have
no heart.
That's what [C] you said.
You said [G] I can be cruel, _ [Am] _
but let me [G] be gentle with
you. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [G] Somewhere in a magazine _ [C] I found a [G] page about you.
_ _ _ _ And I see that now it's _ _ Josephine
who cannot be without you. _ _
_ Oh I keep your house [A] in fit repair.
[G] I dust the portraits
daily. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm here from _ everywhere.
_ [C]
The writing [G] looks like ladies. _ _ _
Oh lady please [Am] love [G] me
now.
[C] I am dead, I [G] am a saint.
Turn down your bed, I [Am] have no heart.
[G] That's [C] what you said.
You said [G] I can be cruel, _ [Em]
but let [G] me be gentle with you. _ _
_ _ _ _ I gave you all my pretty years.
[C] Then we began [G] to weather.
_ _ _ _ And I was left to winter.
I was left to winter.
I was left to
winter [C] here.
Oh you [G] went west for pleasure. _ _
_ And now you're flying [A] back this way [G] like some
lost home in Pigeon.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And it turned your brain, so you [C] say, and changed you [G] with religion.
_ _ _ Oh lady please love me now.
I [C] was dead, you know I [G] am no saint.
Turn down your bed, I _ _ _ _
have no heart.
That's what you [C] said.
And I said [G] well I can be cruel.
[Am] _ _
_ _ [D] _ [Em] Oh but let [G] me be
gentle with you. _ _ _ _ _
When I first saw your gallery, [C] I liked the ones [G] of ladies. _ _ _ _
But now their
faces follow me.
[C] And all their eyes [G] look shady.
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
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