The More You Pay by Don Mclean D The auctioneer said, I'm not through yet, C A D Here's a horse the likes of which you've never seen, G C \ B Am Em And the straw hats in the sun, with a face beneath each one, C\B G Am Shown doubtful and the auctioneer got mean. Am G F E Do you think that you can find a horse like this every day? Am G F E I don't think there's any better on this earth, Am E Am And the more you pay, the more it's worth. D Then out she came, a snow-white mare, C A D Prancin' and a dancin' in the silver sun, G C \ B Am Em They watched her from behind, as she did her bump and grind, C\B G Am Walkin' naked, sad and graceful for their fun. Am G F E Oh how I wished I could afford that lady painted white, Am G F E A queen with high nobility of birth, Am E Am But the more you pay, the more it's worth. D My pockets hung with empty blues, C A D Silent heels were standin' on my growin' pains, G C \ B Am Em My bid was not too bad, two bits was all I had, C\B G Am And the stable boy just handed me the reins. Am G F E Well the gallery went wild, and the auctioneer half smiled, Am G F E What we don't sell we shoot or give away, Am E Am 'Cause the more you pay, the more it's worth. Bm Em Bm Em And where was the boy, who rode on her back, Bm Em A With his arms holding tight round her neck? Bm Em How tightly he clung, Bm Em When they both were young, C B Am And fate had not let this poor girl be so Em Disgraced. http://www.youtube.com/mattnourse www.TAB6.com