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B7

Mockin’ Bird Hill

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		E	A
	Tra-la-	la, twiddle-dee	dee dee,

		E
	it gives me a	thrill,

		B7	E	A
	To	wake up in the morning to the	mockingbirds'	trill,

		E	A	E
	Tra-la-	la, twiddle-dee	dee	dee,

		A	E
	there's	peace and good	will,

		B7	E
	You're	welcome as the flowers on	Mockin' Bird Hill.

	E	A
When the	sun in the morning peeps	over the hill,

	B7	E
And	kisses the roses 'round	my windowsill.

	A
Then my heart fills with gladness when	I hear the trill,

	B7	E
Of the	birds in the tree tops on	Mockin' Bird Hill.

		E	A
	Tra-la-	la, twiddle-dee	dee dee,

		E
	it gives me a	thrill,

		B7	E	A
	To	wake up in the morning to the	mockingbirds'	trill,

		E	A	E
	Tra-la-	la, twiddle-dee	dee	dee,

		A	E
	there's	peace and good	will,

		B7	E
	You're	welcome as the flowers on	Mockin' Bird Hill.

(Solo)

	E	A
When it's	late in the evening I	climb up the hill,

	B7	E
And sur	vey all my kingdom while	everything's still.

	E	A
Only	me and the sky and an	old whippoorwill,

	B7	E
Singing	songs in the twilight on	Mockin' Bird Hill.

		E	A
	Tra-la-	la, twiddle-dee	dee dee,

		E
	it gives me a	thrill,

		B7	E	A
	To	wake up in the morning to the	mockingbirds'	trill,

		E	A	E
	Tra-la-	la, twiddle-dee	dee	dee,

		A	E
	there's	peace and good	will,

		B7	E
	You're	welcome as the flowers on	Mockin' Bird Hill.

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