Hey Little Songbird Ukulele chords by Anais Mitchell

Tuning: G C E A (G C E A)

HADES:
 Am         F          Em        Am
Hey, little songbird, give me a song
 Am         F          G         E7
I’m a busy man and I can’t stay long
        Am        F           C         E7
I got clients to call, I got orders to fill
       Am        F           C        E7
I got walls to build, I got riots to quell
              Am       F           E7
And they’re giving me hell back in Hades

Am           F         Em           Am
Hey, little songbird, cat got your tongue?
  Am      F               G          E7
Always a pity for one so pretty and young
       Am     F         C        E7
When poverty comes to clip your wings
     Am        F          C           E7
And knock the wind right out of your lungs
      Am      F       E7
Hey, nobody sings on empty

EURYDICE:
 F              G                   M
Strange is the call of this strange man
C         Am           F           Am
I want to fly down and feed at his hand
C                   C        E7
I want a nice soft place to land
C       E7        Am
I wanna lie down forever


HADES:
Am           F            Em             Am
Hey, little songbird, you got something fine
       Am           F       G          E7
You’d shine like a diamond down in the mine
         Am        F               C          E7
And the choice is yours if you’re willing to choose
 Am        F          C          E7
Seeing as you’ve got nothing to lose
    Am      F     E7
And I could use a canary


EURYDICE:
F         G               C
Suddenly nothing is as it was
C             Am   F  Am
Where are you now, Orpheus?
C                      G      E7
Wasn’t it gonna be the two of us
C          E7          Am
Weren’t we birds of a feather?


HADES:
Am           F         Em    Am
Hey, little songbird, let me guess
     Am            F            G    (E7)
He’s some kind of poet and he’s penniless
 Am           F            C            E7     G
Give him your hand, he’ll give you his hand-to-mouth
      Am           F            C       E7
He’ll write you a poem when the power’s out
     Am           F            E7
Hey, why not fly south for the winter?

Am           F         Em       Am
Hey, little songbird, look all around you
Am           F          G         E7
See how the vipers and vultures surround you
 Am               F             C        E7
They’ll take you down, they’ll pick you clean
   Am         F             C         E7
If you stick around such a desperate scene
      Am         F             E7
See, people get mean when the chips are down