Sarah Cynthia Silvia Stout Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

 Oh, DSarah Cynthia ASylvia Stout, CWould not take the gaDrbage out!

 She'd Gwash the dishes and sDcrub the pans,

ACook the yams and Dspice the hams,

 And Gthough her parents would Dscream and shout,

 She simply Awould not take the Dgarbage out.

 And Dso it piled up Ato the ceilings: ACoffee grounds, Dpotato peelings,

DBrown bananas, Arotten peas, AChunks of sour Dcottage cheese.

 It Dfilled the can, it Gcovered the floor,

 It Acracked the window and Dblocked the door

 With Dbacon rinds and Achicken bones, ADrippy ends of Dice cream cones,

GPrune pits, peach pits, Dorange peel, AGloppy glumps of Dcold oatmeal,

GPizza crusts and Dwithered greens, ASoggy beans and Dtangerines,

GCrusts of black burned buttered toast, DGristly bits of beefy roasts. . .

CThe gDarbage rolled on dowAn the hall, It raAised the roof, it brDoke the wall. . .

GGreasy napkins, Dcookie crumbs, ABlobs of gooey Dbubble gum,

GCellophane from old baloney, DRubbery blubbery macaroni,

 PAeaCnut butter, caked and dry, Curdled milk and crusts of pie,

Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,

Cold french fried and rancid meat, Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.

 At Dlast the garbage Areached so high That Afinally it Dtouched the sky.

 And Dnone of her friends would Acome to play. CAnd all the neighbors moved away,

And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said, "OK, I'll take the garbage out!"

 But Dthen, of course, Ait was too late. The Agarbage reached aDcross the state,

 From DNew York to the AGolden Gate. And Athere, in the garbage Dshe did hate,

 Poor ASarah met an Dawful fate, That AI cannot Dnow relate

 BeAcause the hour is Dmuch too late. CBut children, remember Sarah Stout

(bass notes only)

 And AalAways Atake Athe AgaBrbC♯age Dout!

This was a difficult one to tab, as the guitar part was fairly quiet.