Belle, the sleeping car
F C
Looks and youth ain't everything,
F G C
experience
is a quality that counts for a lot.
F
G Em Am
The sad thing 'bout experience
is by the time you've got it,
F G
it's
usually all you've got.
C D# G
1. I'm Belle, Belle, Belle the sleeping car,
C F
G#
doesn't
matter who you are.
C Am
F G
Just climb aboard to lie with
me,
C F C F
and
when you wake I'll make you tea !
C D# G
2. A Pullman car when I was made,
C F G#
I went down for the seaside
trade.
C
Am F G
I'm peeling now, the light's too bright,
C F C
F
I wear dark glasses day and
night.
Fm
I had crystal lamps, Irish
linen
A#m D# G#
to
set off my red velvet dress,
A#m
Fm
those
who rode on me compared me to the
F# G G7
Orient Express, that was excessive !
C D# G
3. But now they climb aboard, undress,
C F
G#
don't
wait for me to whisper “yes”.
C Am
F G
Don't say goodnight, just hit
the light,
C F C F
and
worst of all turn over and go straight to sleep.
(orig. moves up half a note
to capo 1st here)
Fm
Once I was a real main liner
A#m D# G#
enjoying
the occasional smoke.
A#m Fm
Now I hang around the fuel
dump,
F# G
G7
sniffing
the coke, it really chokes me !
C D# G
4. I'm Belle, Belle, Belle the sleeping truck,
C F G#
I'm down at wheel, down on my
luck.
C
Am F
G
I may not be first class, but
I'm not yet worst class,
C F C
F
I can still warm you when the
night is cold,
C D# G C
I'm a sleeper with a heart of
gold.
+ repeat verse 4 (lines 1 -
3 as instrumental)
(Webber / Stilgoe)