Flowers Are Red Lyrics And Chords
4/4 (Harry Chapin, words as used by Iain MacKintosh)
(For Iain MacKintosh’s version use capo on 3rd fret, for Harry Chapin’s original on 4th)
(For Iain MacKintosh’s version use capo on 3rd fret, for Harry Chapin’s original on 4th)
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Well a [Am]little boy went first day to school He got his crayons and he started to draw. He put colours all over the paper Because colours were what he saw. And the [G]teacher said “What you [Em]doing young man?” ”I'm painting [G]flowers”, he [Em]said. She said “It's [G]not the time for [Em]art young man And [G]anyway flowers are [Am]green and [G]red. There's a [Am]time for everything young man And a way things should be done You've got to show concern for everyone else Because you're not the only [G]one”, she said… Chorus 1 [C]Flow[G]ers are [C]red, young man, [C]green [G]leaves are [C]green There's no need to [G]see flowers [C]any other way Than the way they [G]always [C]have been seen [C]But the little boy said... There are [C]so many colours in the [F]rain[C]bow So many colours in the [G]morning sun [C]So many colours in the [F]flowers and [C]I see [G]every [C]one” Well the [Am]teacher said “You're a nutty boy There's ways that things should be And you'll paint flowers the way they are So repeat this after [G]me”, she said… Repeat Chorus 1 Well the [Am]teacher put him in a corner She said “It's for your own good. And you don't come out until you get it right And you responding like you should.” [G]Finally he got [Em]lonely Frightened [G]thoughts filled his [Em]head. [G]He went to the [Em]teacher And [G]this is [Am]what he [G]said… Chorus 2 [C]Flow[G7]ers are [C]red, [C]green [G7]leaves are [C]green There's no need to [G7]see flowers [C]any other way Than the way they [G7]always [C]have been seen [Am]Time went by like it always does They moved to another town And the little boy went to another school This is what he found He found the [G]teacher there was [Em]smiling She said [G]“Painting should be [Em]fun” And there are [G]so many colours in the [Em]flowers So [G]let's paint [Am]every [G]one But the [Am]little boy painted flowers In neat rows of green and red And when the teacher asked him why This is what he [G]said… Repeat Chorus 2 
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Alternative guitar chords
Well a [Bm]little boy went first day to school He got his crayons and he started to draw. He put colours all over the paper Because colours were what he saw. And the [A]teacher said “What you [F#m]doing young man?” ”I'm painting [A]flowers”, he [F#m]said. She said “It's [A]not the time for [F#m]art young man And [A]anyway flowers are [Bm]green and [A]red. There's a [Bm]time for everything young man And a way things should be done You've got to show concern for everyone else Because you're not the only [A]one”, she said… Chorus 1 [D]Flow[A]ers are [D]red, young man, [D]green [A]leaves are [D]green There's no need to [A]see flowers [D]any other way Than the way they [A]always [D]have been seen [D]But the little boy said... There are [D]so many colours in the [G]rain[D]bow So many colours in the [A]morning sun [D]So many colours in the [G]flowers and [D]I see [A]every [D]one” Well the [Bm]teacher said “You're a nutty boy There's ways that things should be And you'll paint flowers the way they are So repeat this after [A]me”, she said… Repeat Chorus 1 Well the [Bm]teacher put him in a corner She said “It's for your own good. And you don't come out until you get it right And you responding like you should.” [A]Finally he got [F#m]lonely Frightened [A]thoughts filled his [F#m]head. [A]He went to the [F#m]teacher And [A]this is [Bm]what he [A]said… Chorus 2 [D]Flow[A7]ers are [D]red, [D]green [A7]leaves are [D]green There's no need to [A7]see flowers [D]any other way Than the way they [A7]always [D]have been seen [Bm]Time went by like it always does They moved to another town And the little boy went to another school This is what he found He found the [A]teacher there was [F#m]smiling She said [A]“Painting should be [F#m]fun” And there are [A]so many colours in the [F#m]flowers So [A]let's paint [Bm]every [A]one But the [Bm]little boy painted flowers In neat rows of green and red And when the teacher asked him why This is what he [A]said… |
