The More You Pay

               D
The auctioneer said, I'm not through
 yet,
C                  A             
Here's a horse the likes of which
        D
 you've never seen,
        G                 C \ B   
And the straw hats in the sun, 
    Am                Em
with a face beneath each one,
      C\B              G        
Shown doubtful and the 
      Am
auctioneer got mean.
       Am                 G    
Do you think that you can find a 
             F          E
horse like this every day?
   Am                     G       
I don't think there's any better 
      F      E
on this earth,
                 Am  E            
And the more you pay, the more 
  Am
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      
They watched her from behind, as 
   Am               Em
she did her bump and grind,
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        C\B            G        
Walkin' naked, sad and graceful 
          Am
for their fun.
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Oh how I wished I could afford 
  F          E
that lady painted white,
  Am              G           F  
A queen with high nobility of 
   E
birth,
                 Am  E            
But the more you pay, the more 
  Am
it's worth.

           D
My pockets hung with empty blues,
C                 A              
Silent heels were standin' on my 
D
growin' pains,
    G              C \ B    Am   
My bid was not too bad, two bits 
          Em
was all I had,
        C\B             G       
And the stable boy just handed 
      Am
me the reins.
         Am           G           
Well the gallery went wild, and 
  F               E
the auctioneer half smiled,
Am              G               
  What we don't sell we shoot or
F          E
 give away,
                    Am  E         
'Cause the more you pay, the more 
     Am
it's worth.

    Bm            Em       Bm    
And where was the boy, who rode 
      Em
on her back,
         Bm           Em          
With his arms holding tight round 
     A
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.