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The Gallery by Joni Mitchell

Tabbed: August 1996

 

I have no idea where I got this tuning for this song, but I tabbed it all by myself. It's not what I believe Joni did, but it's a good alterative way of playing this song. The chords are from a rare alternative tunings book I purchased many years ago, and thank goodness, they've become more abundant in recent history!

TUNING: D A D F# A D     Capo 4th Fret

          |  |  |  |  |  |                   |  |  |  |  |  |
          D  A  D  F# A  D                   D  A  D  F# A  D
          |  |  |  |  |  |                   |  |  |  |  |  |
D(2)      X  X  X  3  5  4         Dmaj7     0  4  4  3  0  0
C         X  X  X  1  3  2         E         2  2  2  2  2  2
G         0  2  0  1  2  0         F#m       4  4  4  3  0  0
Gadd9     0  2  0  1  0  0         A7        0  0  2  1  0  2
D         0  0  0  0  0  0         Em11      2  2  2  1  0  0
Cadd9     0  3  2  1  3  0         G(2)      5  5  5  5  5  5
Dmaj7(2)  0  4  0  3  0  0         Em11(2)   0  2  2  1  0  0
Gadd9(2)  0  2  2  1  0  0


Intro:    D(2)   C   D(2)   G-Gadd9-G   D  Gadd9  D

     Cadd9                     Gadd9               D  Gadd9  D
When I first saw your gallery, I liked the ones of ladies
     Cadd9                    Gadd9              D  Gadd9  D
Then you began to hang up me, you studied to portray me
   Dmaj7(2)           E                  Dmaj7        A7
In ice and greens and old blue jeans and naked in the roses
     Cadd9                     Gadd9                   D  Gadd9   D
Then you got into funny scenes, that all your work discloses

                      Em11         F#m  G(2)
Chorus:   Lady, don't love me now, I am dead
                 Dmaj7                D
          I am a saint turn down your bed
                     Em11                F#m  G(2)
          "I have no heart," that's what you said
                              Dmaj7  Gadd9(2)       D     Gadd9  D
          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

D           Em11            F#m  G(2)            Dmaj7   D
La  la  la  la  la  la  la  la   la  la  la  la  la