Biography:
Harry Chapin (December 7, 1942 – July 16, 1981) was an American singer and songwriter. Chapin's debut album, Heads and Tales (1972), was a success thanks to the single "Taxi". His follow-up album, Sniper and Other Love Songs, was less successful; but his third, Short Stories, was a major success. Verities & Balderdash, released soon after, was even more successful, bolstered by the chart-topping hit single "Cat's in the Cradle". He also wrote and performed a Broadway musical, The Night That Made America Famous.
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Other songs:
- Cats In The Cradle
- Circle
- Dreams Go By
- Tangled Up Puppet
- Cat’s In The Cradle
- 30000 Pounds Of Bananas
- A Better Place To Be
- A Better Place To Be Version 2
- All My Lifes A Circle
- Any Old Kind Of Day
- Better Place To Be
- Copper
- Coreys Coming
- Coreys Coming Long
- Could You Put Your Light On Please
- Flowers Are Red
- I Wanna Learn A Love Song
- I Wonder What Happened To Him
- I Wonder What Would Happen To This World
- Jenny
- Last Of The Protest Singers
- Last Stand
- Let Time Go Lightly
- Mail Order Annie
- Mr Tanner
- November Rains
- Old Folkie
- Poor Damned Fool
- Remember When The Music
- Saturday Morning
- Sequel
- She Is Always Seventeen
- Shooting Star
- Six String Orchestra
- Story Of A Life
- Stranger With The Melodies
- Sunday Morning Sunshine
- Taxi
- The Rock
- The Shortest Story
- What Made America Famous
- Wold
- You Are The Only Song
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30,000 Pounds of Bananas (Live) - Harry Chapin
The song is played with a capo that throughout the song climbs the frets. For
proof, watch him live on YouTube.
All chords used are to current Capo setting:
E: 022100 D: xx0232 B: x24442
E*: 022300 D/C#: x4x232 G: 355433
E7: 022030 A: 002220 Bm: 224432
Am: 002210 A*: 577655
CAPO 1st FRET
INTRO: E E* E E* (x2)
E E7
It was just after dark when the truck started down
A Am E
The hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
D D/C# Bm E
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
D D/C# Bm E
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
LINK: E E* E E*
E
He was a young driver,
A*
just out on his second job.
E
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
A Am
For everyone in that coal-scarred city,
E
Where children play without despair
A* E
In backyard slag piles, and folks manage to eat each day
D D/C# Bm E
About thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
D D/C# Bm
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
TEMPO INCREASE
LINK: E E* E E*
E E7
He passed a sign that he should have seen,
A Am E
saying, "Shift to low gear or fifty dollar fine, my friend."
A Am
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
E
Who was waiting at the journey's end.
A Am
He started down the two-mile drop,
E B
The curving road that wound from the top of the hill.
E
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
A Am E
Then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
D D/C# Bm E
And the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
D D/C# Bm (Slide CAPO 2nd FRET)
Yes, the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
TEMPO INCREASE
E E7 A Am E
He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him.
E E7 A
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the night's
Am E
Delights went through him.
E (strum) E (strum)
His foot nursed the brakes to slow him down,
Bm (strum) Bm (strum)
But the pedal floored easy without a sound.
E
He said, "Christ!"
Am
It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now.
E
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
Riding on his fear-hunched back
A*
With every one of those yellow-green,
D D/C# Bm E
I'm telling you, thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
D D/C# Bm (Slide CAPO 3rd FRET)
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
DOUBLE TIME!
E E7 A Am E
He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
E E7 A Am E
And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour.
A Bm
And he said, "God, make it a dream!"
G D A
As he rode his last ride down.
A Bm
And he said, "God, make it a dream!"
G D A
As he rode his last ride down.
Am
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
E
Clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
Am
Hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
E
And Blue-Crossed seven people.
Bm
It was then he lost his head,
Am E
Not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
N.C.
And he smeared for four hundred yards
Along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
D D/C# Bm E
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
ORIGINAL TEMPO
(Fade in) E
You see the man who told me about it on the bus,
A Am E
As it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania.
E
He shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head,
A N.C.
And he said (and this is exactly what he said),
"Boy, that sure must've been something.
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
D D/F# Bm N.C.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas.
E
Of bananas. (Repeat with Barred F, then F#, etc. until fade out.)
The song is played with a capo that throughout the song climbs the frets. For
proof, watch him live on YouTube.
All chords used are to current Capo setting:
E: 022100 D: xx0232 B: x24442
E*: 022300 D/C#: x4x232 G: 355433
E7: 022030 A: 002220 Bm: 224432
Am: 002210 A*: 577655
CAPO 1st FRET
INTRO: E E* E E* (x2)
E E7
It was just after dark when the truck started down
A Am E
The hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
D D/C# Bm E
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
D D/C# Bm E
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
LINK: E E* E E*
E
He was a young driver,
A*
just out on his second job.
E
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
A Am
For everyone in that coal-scarred city,
E
Where children play without despair
A* E
In backyard slag piles, and folks manage to eat each day
D D/C# Bm E
About thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
D D/C# Bm
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
TEMPO INCREASE
LINK: E E* E E*
E E7
He passed a sign that he should have seen,
A Am E
saying, "Shift to low gear or fifty dollar fine, my friend."
A Am
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
E
Who was waiting at the journey's end.
A Am
He started down the two-mile drop,
E B
The curving road that wound from the top of the hill.
E
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
A Am E
Then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
D D/C# Bm E
And the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
D D/C# Bm (Slide CAPO 2nd FRET)
Yes, the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
TEMPO INCREASE
E E7 A Am E
He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him.
E E7 A
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the night's
Am E
Delights went through him.
E (strum) E (strum)
His foot nursed the brakes to slow him down,
Bm (strum) Bm (strum)
But the pedal floored easy without a sound.
E
He said, "Christ!"
Am
It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now.
E
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
Riding on his fear-hunched back
A*
With every one of those yellow-green,
D D/C# Bm E
I'm telling you, thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
D D/C# Bm (Slide CAPO 3rd FRET)
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
DOUBLE TIME!
E E7 A Am E
He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
E E7 A Am E
And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour.
A Bm
And he said, "God, make it a dream!"
G D A
As he rode his last ride down.
A Bm
And he said, "God, make it a dream!"
G D A
As he rode his last ride down.
Am
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
E
Clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
Am
Hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
E
And Blue-Crossed seven people.
Bm
It was then he lost his head,
Am E
Not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
N.C.
And he smeared for four hundred yards
Along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
D D/C# Bm E
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
ORIGINAL TEMPO
(Fade in) E
You see the man who told me about it on the bus,
A Am E
As it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania.
E
He shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head,
A N.C.
And he said (and this is exactly what he said),
"Boy, that sure must've been something.
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
D D/F# Bm N.C.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas.
E
Of bananas. (Repeat with Barred F, then F#, etc. until fade out.)
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