Hey Nellie Nellie chords by Shawn Phillips

Verse 1:

 C        Am C                 Am C
Hey Nelly Nelly, come to the window

 C         Am C   Am      G     Am
Hey Nelly Nelly, look at what I see

       Dm                   Am
He's riding into town on a sway back mule

      Dm                     Am
Got a tall black hat and he looks like a fool

    Dm                            F    G
He sure is talkin' like he's been to school,

         Am G Am
And it's 1853


Verse 2:

 C        Am C                 Am C
Hey Nelly Nelly, listen what he's sayin'

 C         Am C   Am      G            Am
Hey Nelly Nelly, he says it's gettin' late

     Dm                     Am
Says all them black folks should all be free

    Dm                     Am
To walk around the same as you and me

    Dm                                 F  G
He's talkin' 'bout a thing he calls democracy,

         Am G Am
And it's 1858


Verse 3:

 C        Am C                 Am C
Hey Nelly Nelly, hear the band a playing

 C         Am C   Am      G     Am
Hey Nelly Nelly, hand me down my gun

          Dm                       Am
Cause the men are cheerin and the boys are too

        Dm                    Am
They're all puttin' on their coats of blue

    Dm                           F    G
I can't sit around here and talk to you,

           Am G Am
Cause it's 1861


Verse 4:

 C        Am C                 Am C
Hey Nelly Nelly, Come to the window

 C         Am C   Am         G   Am
Hey Nelly Nelly, I've come back alive

    Dm               Am
My coat of blue is stained with red

        Dm                    Am
And the man in the tall black hat is dead

    Dm                                F  G
We sure will remember all the things he said,

         Am G Am
And it's 1865


Verse 5:

 C        Am C                 Am C
Hey Nelly Nelly, come to the window

 C         Am C   Am      G      Am
Hey Nelly Nelly, look at what I see

       Dm                               Am
I see white folks and coloured walkin' side by side

         Dm                              Am
They're marchin'  in a column that's a century wide

              Dm                      F    G
It's still a long and a hard and a bloody ride,

         Am G Am
And it's 1963


by Shel Silverstein and Jim Friedman