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The Gallery by Joni Mitchell

 

Tabbed: November 1998

This tab is near perfect ... and has a strange origin. After looking at my original tab for "The Gallery" and the tab from Sue McNamara's site, my e-friend Chris Erswell decided to play matchmaker and combine the best of both of them. Tuning thanks to Jim Leahy. The actual tuning is "open F#" (C# F# C# F# A# C#), but since constantly retuning the guitar is a bad thing to do�and many of Joni's songs are in open G (DGDGBD)—I'm listing it as such.

Tabbed by: Sue McNamara/Chris Erswell/Terry Day

TUNING: D G D G B D

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D G D G B D D G D G B D
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G7 X 12 12 0 12 0 X2 0 0 4 0 3 0
F7 X 10 10 0 10 0 A 2 2 2 2 2 2
C7 X 5 5 0 5 0 Bmadd6 0 4 4 0 3 0
G 0 0 0 0 0 0 E 2 2 2 2 2 2
Am11 0 2 2 0 1 0 D7-2 X 2 0 2 1 0
X1 0 0 5 0 3 0


Intro:    G7   F7   G7   C7   G   Am11  G

     F7                       C7                     G   Am11  G
When I first saw your gallery, I liked the ones of ladies
     F7                      C7                   G    Am11  G
Then you began to hang up me, you studied to portray me
   X1      X2          A                   Bmadd6        D7-2
In ice and greens and old blue jeans and naked in the roses
     F7                        C7                       G   Am11  G
Then you got into funny scenes, that all your work discloses

                      Am11        Bmadd6  C7
Chorus:   Lady, don't love me now, I am dead
                 Bmadd6                G
          I am a saint turn down your bed
                     Am11               Bmadd6   C7
          "I have no heart," that's what you said
                             Bmadd6   Am11          G            Am11  G  
          You said, "I can be cruel, but let me be gentle with you."

Somewhere in a magazine I found a page about you
I see that now it's Josephine who cannot be without you
I keep your house in fit repair, I dust the portraits daily
Your mail comes here from everywhere, the writing looks like ladies'

Chorus

I gave you all my pretty years, then we began to weather
And I was left to winter here, while you went west for pleasure
And now you're flying back this way, like some lost homing pigeon
They've monitored your brain, you say, and changed you with religion

Chorus: Lady, please love me now, I was dead
I am no saint, turn down your bed
Lady, have you no heart that's what you said
Well I can be cruel, but let me be gentle with you

When I first saw your gallery, I liked the ones of ladies
But now their faces follow me, and all their eyes look shady

G            Am11             Bmadd6   C7           Bmadd6   G
La  la  la  la  la  la  la  la   la  la   la  la  la