Cifras
Come Blow Your Horn

Tono: G

Introducción:

 G7M                                                                 Bm7                 A#m7   A#º     Am7       D7 
Make like a Mister Milquetoast and you'll     get shut             out
 Am9                       Am7(b5)  D13                   D7 
Make like a Mister         Meek and you'll get cut out
 G7M                                             Bm7               A#m7   A#º   Am7             D7 
Make like a little lamb, and wham,   you're                       horn
 G7M                                             Bm7               A#m7   A#º   Am7             D7 
I tell ya, chum, it's           time to come blow your horn
 G7M                                                                 Bm7                 A#m7   A#º     Am7       D7 
Make like a Mister Mumbles and you're               a                             zero
 Am9                       Am7(b5)  D13                   D7 
Make like a Mister Big  they dig a hero
 G7M                                                                 Bm7                 A#m7   A#º     Am7       D7 
You've got to sound your "A" the   day   you're                               born
 G7M                                             Bm7               A#m7   A#º   Am7             D7 
I tell ya, chum, it's time to   come           blow your           horn
 Am9                       Am7(b5)  D13                             D7 
The taller the tree is the sweeter the peach
 G7M                                                                 Bm7                     A#m7   A#º     Am7       D7 
I'll give you the whole maguilla in a one word speach:             Reach
 Am9                                           Am7(b5)                       D13                   D7 
Make like the world's your pudding, but light the brandy
 G7M                                             Bm7               A#m7   A#º   Am7             D7 
Even the mildest kiss is a dan, dan, dandy
 G7M                                             Bm7               A#m7   A#º   Am7             D7 
There'll be no love in bloom come dooms day morn
 Am9                       Am7(b5)  D13                             D7 
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your horn

 Am9                       Am7(b5)  D13                   D7 
In civilized jungles females adore
 G7M                                             Bm7               A#m7   A#º   Am7             D7 
The lions who come on swingin'  if you wanna score - roar
 Am9                       Am7(b5)  D13                   D7 
You can be either read to or be the reader
 Am9                       Am7(b5)  D13                             D7 
You can be either lead or be the leader
 G7M                                   Bm7               A#m7   A#º   Am7   D7 
Don't wait until you're told you're old and worn
 Am9                         Am7(b5)     D13                       D7 
Take in some air and get your lips puckered
 Am9                       Am7(b5)  D13                   D7 
Before you find you're simply too tuckered
 G7M                                             Bm7               A#m7   A#º   Am7             D7 
I tell ya, chum, it's time to   come           blow your           horn
 G7M                                             Bm7               A#m7   A#º   Am7             D7 
I tell ya, chum, it's time to   come           blow your           horn