Honeycomb

INTRO: B

#1.
B                 Eb   B
Well, it's a darn good life and it's
 kinda
              E
funny how the bee was made, the bee 
made
                   Gb
the honey, and the honeybee lookin' 
for home,
B      Gb   B
made a honeycomb.
B
Then, they combed the world and they
 gathered
           E
all of the honeycomb into one sweet 
ball, and
    Gb                             
the honeycomb from a million trips,
 B    Gb
 made my
       B
baby's lips.

CHORUS:
    E                              
Oh, honeycomb, won't you be my 
        B
baby, well, honeycomb,
Gb    B
be my own.
       Gbm   Gb         Gbm      
Just a hanka hair and a piece of 
Gb
bone, and made a
B        Gb      B
walkin', talkin' honeycomb.
      E                    B     
Well, honeycomb, won't you be my 
E           B
baby, well, honeycomb,
Gb    B
be my own.
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Gb     B         Gb             
What a darn good life when you 
                B
got a wife, like honeycomb.
     C
(Oh, honeycomb)

#2.
C                                 
Now, have you heard tell how he 
                  F
made a bee? then he tried

a hand at a green, green tree.
        G                          
So, the tree was made, I guess you 
       C  G
heard, up in, well, he

made a little bird.
          C                        
Then they waited around till the 
                    F
end of spring, savin' every
note the bird did sing, then, he 
G
rolled it up into one sweet
     C      G    C
tone for my honeycomb.

CHORUS:
    F                              
Oh, honeycomb, won't you be my 
        C
baby, well, honeycomb, be my own
(Honeycomb, honeycomb)
       G                        
Just a hanka hair and a piece of 
                  C
bone, and made a walkin', talkin'

honeycomb.
      F                         
Well, honeycomb, won't you be my 
             C
baby, well, honeycomb, be my own.
(Honeycomb, honeycomb)
       G                           
What a darn good life when you got 
             C
a wife, like honeycomb.
    Db
(My honeycomb)

#3.
Db                                
In a little while, when he made 
              Gb
that girl, they looked around
                   Ab              
for a little word..sounded sweet as
              Db      Ab
 turtle dove, so they called
   Db
it love.
Db                          
Then they went around looking 
                     Gb
everywhere, takin' love from here,
                        Ab         
love from there, and he stored it 
                   Db
up in a little cart for my
Ab      Db
honey's heart.

CHORUS:
    Gb                             
Oh, honeycomb, won't you be my 
        Db
baby, well, honeycomb, be my own.
(Honeycomb, honeycomb)
       Ab                       
Just a hanka hair and a piece of 
                 Db       Ab
bone and made a walkin', talkin'
Db
honeycomb.
      Gb                        
Well, honeycomb, won't you be my 
             Db
baby, well, honeycomb, be my own.
(Honeycomb, honeycomb)
       Ab                          
What a darn good life when you got 
             Db
a wife, like honeycomb.
(Honeycomb, honeycomb)